Homage to a town and a friend

By Rina Jimenez-David

Small-town life has its banes and blessings. In a place where everyone knows everyone else, it is easy to keep track of one’s coming and goings, with secrets only barely kept hidden before they are aired out to dry on the grapevine, perused, analyzed, embroidered, enlarged.

The senior citizen me

I know i am a senior citizen when:

Emancipating leadership

By Minyong Ordoñez

My most provocative and soulful moments during trips abroad happen when I have a close encounter with the spirit of a fantastic leader, a unique human being who liberates his country and its people from physical and mental slavery.

The White Handkerchief

By Maugan P. Mosaid

 

After graduating from the primary grades, my parents enrolled me to the public central elementary school in the poblacion. For the first time, I saw the so-called outside civilization where houses were so close to one other. I had tasted a cold sweet tasting bottled liquid which they call lemonade. Everything was so new to me.

Retracing the past

By Gerry M. Edejer

I HAVE one lamp by which i have been guided. This is the lamp of experience — the accumulated past consisting of the various things and activities that we have gone through and that run the gamut of our successes and failures in life.

At the bonus age of 77, it is inevitable to look back and ponder. I have flashbacks. Sometimes, the flashbacks come in dreams, sometimes they come with people I meet or with an event in the unfolding present. And in those moments,