My father is probably the most paranoid person I know. His imagination is so wild that it becomes difficult to make sense of what he wants to convey. Most of the time, his paranoia is so compelling that my siblings and I just want to drop any activity that we would like to engage in.
I remember the toy stethoscope that Mama bought me when I was six years old. I remember the science books Daddy gave me when I was in the sixth grade.
The death of a loved one is almost the death of you. It’s been more than a month since we lost our sister, our precious Ate Katrina, who was only 29, to a viral disease that started out as dengue and ended in a complex heart condition that baffled even the doctors attending to her.
Cal’s birth was a most awaited event in both my family and that of my son-in-law. She is the first grandchild in the two families, and everyone was looking forward to her birth. After all, it took all of six years after her parents’ wedding for her to come to be.
This refers to the letter titled “Also victims of grave injustice” (Inquirer, 2/23/13). I recall vividly that President Ferdinand Marcos, in a display of statesmanship and a gesture of compassion, released from prison his archrival, the sickly and aging Sen. Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino Jr. so that the latter could undergo a bypass operation abroad. We [...]
When two bombs went off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon, said Brent Nielson, first counselor of the Philippines Area Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, reports quoted survivors as saying their thoughts immediately flew to their loved ones—to parents, spouses, children, friends—who were either cheering on the racers on the sidelines, waiting in coffee shops or hotel lounges for the racers to show up; or just keeping track of the race’s progress back home, on TV.
(Continued from Wednesday) The other senatorial candidates clinging to the apron strings of their better-known relatives are Grace Poe and Jun Magsaysay, both of Team PNoy, and JV Ejercito Estrada of the United Nationalist Alliance (UNA). Their television commercials, tarpaulins and posters, and handbills use their famous relatives, dead or alive, to push their [...]
I know you don’t like it when Papa tells you, “Maaram ka, Carrie, ikaw it akun only girl, ikaw it akun little girl” (You know, Carrie, you’re my only girl, you’re my little girl). You always give him this nasty look, as if to say, “I’m not a little girl anymore!” I have always thought there was no point in your dismissing his words because they were true. You were always going to be our bunso, the scrawny kid we could always pick on.
I had been a bit skeptical about most colleges’ immersion activities, or sending out their students to live with “less privileged” people. I didn’t understand the point of it from an academic perspective, until I had the opportunity to take part in it.
She came into my life in 2000. I was only 16. We had a love/hate relationship for four years, and after eight years of being apart, she still runs smoothly in my mind (at least).
Ever since my grandfather passed, my Lola has lived alone in their house in Bohol. She turned 79 last October, and the toll of the passing years is undeniable. The strong back is now crooked to an unimaginable angle, the healthy frame has been long undernourished that she can barely walk a mile, and the glowing eyes are now clouded with tears.
Of the 33 candidates for the Senate, only one has no achievements to speak of, no accomplishments to her name. Nancy Binay has not served in an elective or appointive office; she has not run a company or a nongovernment organization; and until very recently, she has not championed a public-oriented advocacy or taken a [...]
