Essay

I –Friday, Bloody, Friday — The week she died was ominous. I had a sudden attack of arthritis and I couldn’t move without help. Suddenly I had to use a cane. Something ailed me but I refused to see a doctor. For one,...

The years snap back to the past like a terribly stretched rubber band suddenly released to hit the wrist. It’s been 12 years, Marcel. Twelve years since I recounted how they forcibly made you disappear in 1985. It was in 2010 when I first...

Whatever the pianists' individual differences in taste, grooming and temperament, no one can deny that in terms of international exposure, the Philippines has been much luckier with pianos than with musical artists playing other instruments I met the country’s foremost pianist Cecile Licad in...

A few hours before deadline, I am watching FPJ’s Ang Probinsyano where Susan Roces was known as Lola Flora, the barangay captain.  For close to seven years, she was part of this teleserye. Almost always, I was invited in the yearly anniversaries. She would muse...

Among the most iconic Filipino images of fathers are those showing our overseas Filipino workers coming home from, or leaving for, foreign shores to take on jobs for a better future for their families.  And more often than not, beyond the hugs and...

I lived in a big house with my widowed mother, a grandmother and an unmarried aunt. My mother, Sofia Villasin Peñaranda, was a schoolteacher. We would walk to school together. But after class, I would walk home with my classmates who would linger...