LIKE I DON’T believe in accidents, it didn’t happen by chance that Ate Myla gifted me (again) with a spiritual book. Her initial pretext was that she will lend it to me (like most of her boo... Read more
INITIALLY, I THOUGHT Dallas Jenkins, creator/director of “The Chosen,” was too sassy for my taste. I only put up with him to get through my favorite series. Until recently, when... Read more
The sole purpose of this piece is to profess my deep remorse for abandoning my team in the Recollection that we have organized. That it pushed through successfully is owed entirely to their... Read more
ST. MICHEL FRENCH dough nut is the latest I’ve tasted of the pastry lot. Of a sudden, it reminded of my late Aunt Nena (or Auntie Nen to most of her nephews and nieces). I wasn’t... Read more
THIS IS PART of the residue of the pldt disconnection that whirled a maelstorm in my mind (in a good way), made me return to Ate Myla’s gift, and drove me to milk further the book... Read more
(Within a Retreat Musings In-between) I COULD NOT get over Season 2 Episode 6 of “The Chosen.” The wait was long but worth it. I didn’t even mind sassy Dallas, the series D... Read more
CALL ME A late bloomer. Rereading Ate Myla’s “33 Days to Morning Glory,” which I purposefully haven’t returned (for I intend to milk the book of its sacred juices), I... Read more
BLESSED BE GOD forever. For responding ever so faithfully to even my most unspoken prayer. Before our UCC monthly zoom meeting, my mood was melancholy although I mustered enough energy to be... Read more
(Until Ate Marivic suggested I write an article about it, I was content with simply recalling the route she, Fr. Fed, and I took to honor our appointment with Sis Eva.) BECAUSE THE PANDEMIC... Read more
