By Rex Catubig THE past week held us hostage in a cliffhanger situation, dreading the landfall of Typhoon Kristine, who from all accounts, is the personification of the saying: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Close on its heels, another typhoon named Leon, like a spurned lover, was on a…
By Rex Catubig WHEN I see Nanang, our old-maid aunt, in the kitchen, stirring black gooey Deremen in a deep kawali perched on the wood-fired clay dalikan, I know it’s Pistay Inatey—All Saint’s Day, the highlight of Ani or harvest month—when religion and folk custom meld into one celebration. Following the belief that the spirits of…
By Rex Catubig NOTE: I’m reprising this previous column in support of the National Mental Health Awareness Month and to give a face to the menace of suicide that afflicts even the seemingly normal person, robbing the young of their power to dream and cutting short the future that…
By Rex Catubig “ I Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” ― T.S. Eliot YOU’D think that fifty years of friendship would be arduous for ebbing memory to process and recall. But for twelve unending hours one Saturday past, memories…
By Rex Catubig HIS name is Cesar. Yet there is nothing remotely noble about his birth nor upbringing. Born into poverty, his family was forced out of their home because they didn’t have money for the rent. With no other place to go, they squatted on a vacant lot…
By Rex Catubig CONVALESCING September through expectant October is when the tall, slender and majestic talahib bursts into silky white feathery flowers. And as the gentle Amihan blows from the northeast, the talahib sways and dances rhythmically with the refreshing breeze–waving its plumy gossamer quill bloom at the colorful…
By Rex Catubig SHE was the joy of his heart, the love of his life. For Adams, an amiable young man who worked as a waiter in a local diner, Lyka was like no other–the beauteous surprise of his dreams. They had met nine years earlier on a blind…
By Rex Catubig THERE’S always an urgency to reach out and express oneself. Man’s burning desire to communicate his being is second nature to him. When he coughed, he began to articulate a sound, and learned to speak and then as he screamed, he began to sing. When he…
By Rex Catubig PEOPLE point to it as Abong na Panangaro or House of Love, a secluded compound in Barangay Lucao in Dagupan, off the road going to Binmaley. It is the Missionaries of Charity, Home of Peace, a shelter run by the sisters of the Missionaries of Charity,…
By Rex Catubig UNKNOWN to many, we, Dagupenos, are blessed with a date with history and sainthood as we hosted a saint in our midst in 1986. As founder of the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic congregation of women dedicated to the poor and destitute, Mother Teresa came…
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