icoy c. san pedro

THROWING one’s garbage just about anywhere, is one national headache that’s a click short of being classified as an inborn trait. I’m …

RETURNING to familiar streets and “eskinitas” after so many years, where one had spent a significant part of one’s childhood, always elicits …

LET’S START with Gen X to Z, where my two sons belong accordingly, then forward or back to generation A. These generations, …

IT WAS convenient since the kinder playpen was also located in the same direction as the shopping mall’s restrooms. I waited outside …

TIME WAS when we only met in the classroom. All the moments we shared then, not merely as friends but classmates and …

DURING one rare weekend afternoon,  my partner and I had a mall-hopping tour all to ourselves, as our son and constant companion …

IF ONE were to count how many times I must have heard any comment that started with, “Oh, the young people today…” …

THERE is a heartwarming tale about a tribe in Africa where, supposedly, a special song is composed by the community for each …

SOMEHOW, I always feel an air of sadness whenever I am inside any bus terminal, pier, train station, or airport. The endless …

one of the more memorable closing lines ever in a movie came from the classic film, “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” Just before …