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…
By Rex Catubig “CHECK out this old picture, Kuya Rex, I think it’s you!”, the Mayor exclaimed on the cp. She was at the City Mayor’s Office on a Saturday, rummaging through the Iwata photo collection of Helen Co, as part of the initial preparations for the goodwill visit…
By Rex Catubig MENTION San Roque during the monsoon season, and it conjures fear and flare-ups of goosebumps. A dam, sacrilegiously named after the saint, and notorious for unleashing water that turns into horrendous floodwaters as it cascades down the lowlands, is to blame for its ill repute—making it a…
By Rex Catubig CARINA’S tempest hurled me back to childbirth at the height of typhoon monsoons ago. The surreal scene showed a disheveled woman slouched on a dark narrow pavement, while a SWAT officer cuddled a newborn in a yellow cloth. Taken during Typhoon Karding which lashed the city…
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