JAKARTA – I’m writing this inside Gate E4 of Soekarno-Hatta International Airport as I await my flight to Singapore. It’s September 10 and I am down to the last leg of this three-country trip. Seven days with my backpack has been another adventure for this 31-year-old wanderlust but… I cannot …
Aside from being multicultural, the Ruffolo family is also a minute version of an interfaith council. Jeff is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon), I am Roman Catholic and our dependable Ate Joy is a Seventh-Day Adventist.
I have written extensively about Jeff in this blog and yet I feel that I haven’t really done justice in describing the man, who loves and adores the crazy woman that I am. Jeff will turn 60 tomorrow. While he cringes at the thought of the number, I, on the …
I turned 31 yesterday. My son, Nicholas, has his own analysis of this number: there are three of them (my children) and one “me” (the mother). I modified his analysis a bit and told him that in my life there are three mutants (Nick, Toni and JJ) and one greatest …
A rat infestation in the city of Ubec, Philippines in the year 1909 led to the discovery of a dead body, which was later identified as that of a priest. Around this plot revolves the story and life of Ines Maceda with sub-themes on friendship, teenage romance and same-sex relationship …
I took my four-year-old son to the International Youth Day celebration at the Cebu City Hall Grounds last Saturday. We were there for an hour and then I ran out of money. There’s a BPI building nearby which houses a museum and a library and which, to my memory, has an …
SINGAPORE – It’s a strange thing to come “home” without the mutant smell. It’s our third day here in Singapore, a trip taken for a couple of reasons one of which is because Jeff and I are celebrating our birthdays. We’re born on the same birth month. This is a …
I live in a world of spies, counter intelligence and code words which have not one … Not two … But three (or more) separate and distinct meanings. I speak – of course – of the world of four-year-old children.
Here goes my bias for publications which give readers straight facts and information — and publication in which I am one of the writers. Before I proceed, let me get this out in the open: my mother, Maria Elena Berdin, was a History student of the University of San Carlos …
And it happened. My four-year-old son threw the worst meltdown in the history of temper tantrums. It was a Sunday afternoon. Everyone was happy after a fun-filled activity at a play school. I won a major prize from a raffle draw (which happens once in a blue moon) …
