My heart aches when I think about Mommy. So I try not to. But it’s hard when her birthday is coming up. Last year, her birthday came up a fe...

I did not say goodbye to Mommy. When the men were about to seal her tomb, her immediate family lined up to throw flowers into the compartmen...

(Delivered during the book launch of “Light Sunday” - selected essays written by the late Evelyn R. Luab for the regular Sunday column of ...

1990 column picture It is done. Some four months after we buried our mother, I have finished scanning all of her clippings of the “L...

I stare at the photograph displayed at the National Museum of Fine Arts in Manila. It is a picture of the interior of the 18th Century Chu...