By Peter Wallace
It being the Christmas season, I thought a change of pace might be nice, so I’ve turned my column over to my daughter, Nikki, this week. She had only one stipulation: I can’t touch it, so I haven’t. Anyway, I agree with her:
By Rina Jimenez-David
In less than 10 days, families, clans, communities and even clumps of friends will be gathering in their homes and other locales to celebrate Christmas.
By Remmon E. Barbaza
Christmas can be a rather tricky thing. It can be the most exhausting and stressful time of the year, or it can be a moment of profoundest joy and deepest peace. While we hear songs that invite us to enter into that silent night, we also get easily harassed by all sorts of noises within and without.
By Juan L. Mercado
There is, we’re told, a geography of the heart. Like the Magi, we travel its byways.
By Lourdes Syquia-Bautista
I received my first Holy Communion on Nov. 30, 1920. It thus came to be that after two weeks, I was allowed to join the grownups for the Misas de Aguinaldo.