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“During (World War II), we were dropped off in France and we passed by Lourdes,” shared Don Marcos Roces. “I...
As soon as I’m relieved of the two gift boxes of ensemadas by the maid, I find my way into younger cousin Tina’s air-conditioned living room. It was like stepping into a nursery where twin toddlers, exhausted from play perhaps, have dropped into a morning nap.
The alleged involvement of a scion of two esteemed families in the murder of her husband has shocked Manila’s high society.
Tito Anding’s death on May 23 has brought the brothers’ bald head count to four—two older ones, and two younger—from...
It’s never too late,” my dad liked reminding me. But he intended it not as a stretch of hope for such last-minute redemption as he himself would seek, but as the exact opposite: He had meant it for those who have walked the straight and narrow too long they are bound to slip, bound to take that single misstep, to make that one mistake that wipes out a lifetime’s investment in virtue. And woe unto them, indeed, if it came with no time or energy or wit left to maneuver for a recovery.
