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If I close my eyes, I can still hear the echo of those days - the creak of the tartanilya’s wheels, my mother’s whispered prayers tucked into the din of the church bells, even the frenzied sounds of children playing during recess. Those early memories provide moments of innocent laughter that fill my corner of the world with so much life.

My Early Years in Tagbilaran

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A Different Kind of Love Story

A Different Kind of Love Story

(Boy meets girl. They fall in love. They encounter some obstacles along the way. But they stick it out. And they live happily ever after. You know the drill, right? But no, this story’s a whole lot different. And it’s certainly one for the movies.) It was a few years after the big war of the 40s, in a far-off island of Bohol, in Central Philippines. There lived a middle-aged lady who had been…

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Dearest Papa and Mama

My Papa died in November 2000. I was then assigned in Buldon, Maguindanao when I learned of his passing. My Mama followed 6 years later in April 2006. I was then in Korea attending a symposium. On both occasions, I was still in the active military…

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