What are little boys made of? By Emmanuelle Of little tin cars, plastic pop pistols, bicycles and skates, bugs and bloody noses. Pretty little girls in pretty little frocks do not belong to their league, unless the little girls come themselves with little tin cars, plastic pop pistols, bicycles and…

This last one, too, becomes Christmas past! By Emmanuelle There was a time when we were young and Christmas trees were tall. And truly pine. The upland forest has not deforested itself yet and DENR has not gone all the way too protective. And the natives were whoopingly rich for…

A new leaf is a birth is a new leaf . . . By Emmanuelle   The native recognizes a fellow-native. One does not have to be a native of the mountain (and plateau, valley, terraced fields, etc.) by blood and birth. One needs only to have loved and lived…

Sison’s all-seasons! By Emmanuelle NOT ALL PROMISES were made to be broken. A precious few were meant to be kept. This one, among the list of the many she had kept true, makes this season, the season for Sison. And what is left of the rest, is Sison’s all-seasons.

A POW speaks! (Continued from last week) By Emmanuelle And when did she actually start becoming prisoner to her words? It was the day she first became too old to be young. It was the day she bit her lips, her tongue for the first time and it was not…

A POW speaks! By Emmanuelle SHE IS A prisoner, but of a war that is not fought with the violence of the blunt chop or the bunched fists, or of fingers expertly wielding knives, firing guns, or lobbing bombs. No, she is not a prisoner of that bloody sordid sort….

Pardon, please repeat again once more for the second time? (Continued from last week) By Emmanuelle SO, LET ME tell you a true story that happened in a hospital that had been a second home to me for the past years. Lolita was married at twenty-one to her childhood sweetheart….

Stars not bright, stars not lighted… By Emmanuelle WHAT if you were a time traveler and you were right there more than two thousand years ago, and if, aside from the three kings, you were one of those who shared the angel’s confidence? You could be the extra pair of…

Kimi’s homing By Emmanuelle THOSE who had fallen under its spell attest to the fact – love speaks a language and walks a path all its own. And the spell-giver need not always a person be. Milagros Bustillos, daughter of a Spanish general, could speak only a few words of…