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I’m on seat 9C en route to Jakarta, Indonesia, from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia — and I’m fuming mad at this man with his Android phone on his right hand as he is enjoying the time of his…
Organizing and hosting events with children as the main audience and speaking in lectures and workshops with children as participants placed me on this platform where I can interact and observe them with understanding eyes. I have…
We’re nearing the end of the second run of Story Hours, and I feel a mixture of relief and the blues as we close another chapter of this initiative’s story. Back in 2012, we thought of a…
We can’t seem to move forward in upgrading our transport situation with the political and technical squabbles which hound the BRT and the LRT. This is frustrating, saddening and disappointing because a better transportation system would mean…
The Cebu City Youth Affairs Office is staging International Youth Day today, and joining in the celebration is the nonprofit organization Basadours, which started out as a group of volunteer storytellers. Youth participation in nation-building is crucial…
Antoinette asked me if she can join me that Saturday for Story Hours at J Centre Mall, a literacy initiative held every last Saturday of the month and attended by children from public and private schools. Story…
After an eight-day work trip to China and a 1.5-day volunteer work in Dumaguete, my happy feet continued the work that they do best: travel and explore. On a Friday night, I flew from Dumaguete to Manila…
The back-to-back news of young people committing suicide — while utilizing Facebook as a tool to tell the world of what they are about to do — had me awake until the wee hours of the morning…
When I started my blog “Reading Ruffolos” four years ago, my goal was to document my journey in making bookworms out of my firstborns. Scanning the first four entries of my blog, which were posted a few…
There was a gentle tap on our bedroom door, and a tiny voice could be heard whispering. “Nanay, it’s time to go.” This is how I woke up last Saturday morning, technically not a rest day at…
After almost a year of following up on the status of his report of birth abroad — a Filipino born in the USA that is — I finally got word that our third and youngest child had…
I met Jeff as he was coming down from Mt. Olympus. He carried this strict, confident, in-control persona fresh from his back-to-back success in handling the international media affairs of the 2008 Beijing Summer Olympic Games and…
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