By Thelma M. Arceo
One fine day in June 2009, at about 3 p.m., Reggie and I were getting dressed to go malling. The past two months we had made it a regular feature of our recovery program—he from a triple bypass operation at the Philippine Heart Center, me from a low anterior resection at the Capitol Medical Center.
By Lourdes Syquia-Bautista
To me, October invariably brings memories of “La Naval de Manila”—a novena and procession celebrated to honor Our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary at Santo Domingo Church. I’m not referring to the one in Quezon City but to the old Gothic Santo Domingo in Intramuros that was destroyed during the Liberation of Manila in 1945.
By Francisco C. Cabanatan
Having breached my 60s and salad days, and, “like an island surrounded by death,” I find that my ultimate goal now is to be remembered beyond my lifetime. As the Jewish saying goes, “The only dead are those who have been forgotten.”
By Ma. Corazon C. Despabiladeras
Having worked in an ad agency starting in the late 1980s to the early 1990s, I remember when the competitive edge in ad copy was to be able to convince clients of what was better-tasting in food, what was more effective as dirt remover and better-scented in bath or laundry soaps, or which brand of shampoo was a more effective dandruff remover and hair softener. Cost or affordability was also a main selling point.
By Bon C. Arroyo
I have been in a state of euphoria since I attended the University of the Philippines Alumni Association’s recent homecoming and reunion.