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Bangkok — In my absence from Casa Ruffolo Uno, the date jar has been placed in a little corner by Jeff’s work desk and there it is: sitting, lingering, waiting for its other owner to come home…
Singapore — I packed my bags and left the Philippines. Okay — not forever or for good. At least twice a year, I venture on a trip with myself to clear my mind of the pressures of…
Just when I thought that my husband is the only person who reads this column, I received three “requests” from mothers via my Facebook account and 10 comments in my blog (www.readingruffolos.com) to write about how children…
I am working on a personal inventory of “green spaces” in Cebu. By green spaces, I mean playground and parks where I can take my children on our regular “Nanay-Nicholas/ Nanay-Antoinette/ Nanay-Jeff Jr.” weekly dates to a…
I tried to maintain a confident stance when I entered the Cebu Daily News building in the middle of an oppressive summer heat of 2006. I was one of the six Mass Communication students from the University…
I was in Manila to watch the 65th Miss Universe Coronation Night last Monday at the Mall of Asia Arena and boy, it was one spectacular experience for this pageant fan! My 30-year-old self was transported to…
We are not a Chinese family. But Chinese New Year, which falls on January 28 and will usher in the Year of the Fire Rooster, is a special celebration in our home because Jeff lived and worked…
Consider this as my very subjective view of the world of beauty pageants, an arena I’ve been following since I was eight years old when Charlene Gonzales delivered the now infamous question “high tide or low tide?”…
Los Baños, Laguna — This one goes out to all those who teach. Pre-school, elementary, high school, college, alternative learning, out-of-school youth, homeschool, classroom, mobile school, community centers… whoever, whichever, wherever you teach, here’s an affirmation that…
Happy New Year! By the time this column goes to print, I am already at the Mactan Cebu International Airport (MCIA) waiting for my flight to Manila. I was selected to be one of the 80-plus young…
I t was Christmas Eve. I left the house telling my husband Jeff that I will come back before 10 p.m. “I really just need to do these interviews. Dinner is prepared. Please feed the children,” I…
I have had only celebrated Christmas outside of the Philippines in two occasions: in 2014 when the family lived in Guangzhou, China and in 2015 when we experienced a White Christmas in Montana, USA. In both instances,…
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