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Honoring my Mother | Six degrees of separation

In 1929, Frigyes Karinthy, a Hungarian poet wrote a short story “Chains,” and hinted (rather humorously) at a novel idea: all of us could be connected to each other via a mere six-step link.

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Honoring My Mother | The day the music died

THE INTERNET is down. Again. Not only that. It always happens when there is work to be done, like deadlines for me, Skype meetings for the mum, and school projects for my uni little big man. Murphy’s Law in full

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Honoring my mother | Confessions of an ex-weekend warrior

STUDENTS and office workers alike can attest to this: the weekend always brings with it a special whiff of expectation. It almost always carries with it that child-like feel of Christmas eve. Friday mornings especially, always seem to bring a

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Honoring my mother | Secret love

I KNOW of one college professor in Manila who, through the years, has received numerous citations that would now make her Curriculum Vitae appear like she was being primed for a Datu Bago award candidacy.

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Honoring my mother | When 89 is just a number

STILL very much his own man, my father is 89. With the passing of his own dad, a US serviceman in the war, Pops, an only child, was raised by my strong-willed lola.

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Honoring My Mother | The Silence of this Lamb

I THINK everybody has experienced this. It is evening, and as you leave the city behind and hit the open country road, the wonderful panorama of millions of stars becomes suddenly visible

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Honoring my mother | One Hand in My Pocket

LAST week, I was very fortunate to be invited to a two-day tour of two of Surigao del Sur’s famous spots: the Britania Group of Islands in San Agustin and the Enchanted River in Hinatuan.

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Honoring my mother | The circle game

IN THE MIDST of this year’s Araw ng Davao celebrations, life has come full circle for me once again. A most-welcome visit by my first-born, a reunion (of sorts) with two old friends on the concert stage

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Honoring My Mother | Coming of Age

FOR AS long as I can remember, Sundays for our family (with a cast of thousands) is spent in the grandparent’s house. Those who reside within the city perimeter arrive at lunch with our pot luck specials

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Honoring my mother | The Conyo-tation of my language

DURING one interaction with some university students, I heard a teacher talk excitedly about the distinct quality of Tagalog spoken in the city, as though he had suddenly dug up gold along the Central Bank complex.

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