honoring my mother

TO BE honest, I had to look the word up. I am what you would officially label as a “pluviophile,” and a …

If it were only possible to scoop up all of the fondest memories of my Sundays with the family, I would file …

MANY years ago, I came across a passage which read, “The dogs bark but the caravan moves on.” At that time, I …

AT LEAST in the country, the end of August signals the entry, not only of what is obviously September, but the beginning …

As Mrs. Dango, our speech teacher in college, used to say, unless people stop speaking it, language ‘lives on’.  I guess she …

There is a long queue at our favorite and newest getaway place and my tummy is in a hurry. Just last month, …

I had a quiet classmate back in elementary who, during one particular week, always wore a Cub Scout cap to cover his …

When I can, I like to watch animal documentary videos on the usual available cable channels at home. Interesting as they are, …

I must have heard it spoken by grownups during the whole length of my childhood. Sometimes uttered in regret, sometimes in jest …

Back in 1992, I heard it from the proverbial Marites grapevine of the time that the city had in its  plans a …