WHILE CATCHING UP on news yesterday, I came across this picture, actually a thumbnail of a video, that screamed “watch me!” The image of a little girl’s face brightly jutting out of a warren of pipes and concrete was disturbing, to say the least. The report featured the children of informal settlers in Navotas who
I MISS my Dad. I lost him two years ago but I still think I hear his voice and often forget that he’s not home to greet me with his usual, “Hello, Darling!” Father’s Day is especially tough because it makes his absence starker. He was an excellent Dad. Of course, in our 46 years
This is an aspiration poor boss Juan shares. And this is the torch he carries: that his employee Noynoy will somehow remember his mandate and find his path; that he will recover his wits before it is too late; that he will forget his dreams of prizes and posterity and instead attend to the plight of his bosses; and that he will recall he is President and lead!