By Adel Abillar
Every year that we shop in Divisoria is a good chance at family bonding—a therapeutic experience that I feel my mind and body sorely need.
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.
This refers to the article on the Christmas song “Ang Pasko Ày Sumapit” and Josefino Cenizal, its alleged composer (“Unknown man behind PH immortal yuletide music is 98,” Front Page, 11/23/14). Some years ago, we read a similar article in a newspaper the name of which escapes us now.