Leila

I FIRST MET Leila when I was in high school. She was one of my Dad’s students in the San Beda College of Law and I occasionally proctored her class. Daddy’s students then knew him as Dean Isagani A. Cruz – constitutionalist, political law expert, lawbook author, tough mentor – “terror.” To excel in his

Again

I’VE HEARD THE arguments and I agree, it’s an option. But I don’t feel it’s the best one, or that it’s even warranted now. Martial law will spark rancor perhaps until my generation dies out. We were the “martial law babies” raised in the Marcos dictatorship, whose vistas and opportunities were constricted from the moment we could walk. We were the

Limit

THEY’D HAD ENOUGH. The COMELEC 35 were not moved by partisanship or lucre; they had simply reached their limit. They’d been tasked to manage a computerized tabulation system to legitimize the February 7, 1986 Snap Elections. Information technology in those days was embryonic, and theirs was no easy job; it could only be done by experts. They viewed

Hope

I’VE HAD TROUBLE sleeping since November 18 when Marcos was surreptitiously interred, but when I got home after the November 30 protest rally at the People Power Monument, I slept like a baby. Not only because I was tired, having stood and shaken my fist and shouted my throat hoarse from 4 till 10 pm,

Dissing Dissent

I’VE PURPOSELY AVOIDED tuning in to the Duterte press conferences because I’m hyperacidic and watching him triggers the disorder. I tried watching him once and I barely managed 20 minutes. He began talking about burying Marcos in the Libingan ng mga Bayani and the cramping began. Looks like this presidency is bad for my health.

Teach Your Children

IT MUST BE wonderful to grow up knowing you have a future. To be able to plan, believing that what you work for you might keep; to envision a sparkling someday and feel entitled to it. That must be nice. I suppose that’s how young folks today feel. Many of them were reared in liberty

#Respect

WHENEVER MY PARENTS shared their stories of the Japanese occupation of Manila, I listened intently and with fascination because their experiences were so far removed from my own. My Mom told of how two of her sisters died of starvation because all their family had to eat was raw eggs topped on boiled rice. To

Identified

I DIDN’T ALWAYS AGREE with my Father, though he was brilliant. I was steeped in his libertarian thought and I shared his vista, yet we had our subtle differences. He trained all six of us children to think for ourselves and to express our opinions, even if it clashed with his. Table talk in our