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Thank God for corners. If this coffee shop were oval, at a busy time, people would tend to get in the way of each other, because movement strays from the center and follows a straight line. Or…
Three years ago, we visited the city of Santarém in Portugal. We left Fatima, our base, in the morning and spent a few hours at the nearby hamlet of Aljustrel, to visit the homes of the three…
For the second time, lay persons will share the pulpit with priests in reflecting on the Seven Last Words of Jesus Christ or the Siete Palabras on Good Friday at the Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral. Retired Judge Simeon…
I cannot recall when I first saw the sea. Things like that – like discovering the neighborhood or tasting fish for the first time ever – swim into one’s consciousness while one is unaware. Who knows if…
1 When Balthazar surveyed the night A mix of panic and delight Spread through his being, for a star, Stamped into his mind like a scar, The subject of his calculations, Was rising above the vast oceans…
As a judge, I have heard thousands of witnesses. Most of them would fall under the category, “heard one, heard them all.” After all, only one of two things happens – either the witness is telling the…
Finding the day overcast, I decided to walk from the bookshop to the courthouse. I had not done any brisk walking for sometime, and welcomed the opportunity. When I stepped outside, light rain, very fine drops of…
We talked about the previous day’s flooded streets after a six-hour downpour. When he heard the early morning news of deluged manholes and waterlogged thoroughfares, he decided to forgo driving and to just stay home. He returned…
I stepped out of the courthouse. Am I, I asked myself, in lockstep with August stepping out of the calendar? Already rain had begun falling when I walked toward the taxi. The drops had the size of…
Francois Boucher’s painting, “Saint Peter Attempting to Walk on Water,” comes across as an odd man out. Boucher, a French rococo painter who lived in the first half of the eighteenth century, built his reputation as a…
Not too long ago, the wife and I spent a weekend at my sister and brother-in-law’s beach property on the western side of the island. We took a long, winding road that crossed the mountains, passing by…
Whenever I open the door of our little garden house, I see weeds in between the cement tiles that we had put in at the patio. We had filled up the space between tiles with gravel, but…
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