I was playing football with the aspirants this afternoon when some approached to play with us. Two of the aspirants called me to the side
As the Cardinals of the Catholic Church congregate in the Sistine Chapel for the election of the new Pope the world is abuzz with speculations
In the nothingness and brokenness inside meIn my fear of my own shadows I run back to YouFor in You I find my freedom, my
I write this piece with the Filipino mentality as a backdrop, because the nuance of being a Filipino involves a pre-occupation with being modest and
Even now I am continually amazed at the complexity of being myself. The self is an almost infinite measure of possibilities bounded by sharp-cut and
The boys that I work with in Don Bosco Boys Home are not the regular type of boys. Most of them come from dysfunctional families
It’s 3:42 in the afternoon and the sky is all golden with the clouds basking in the afternoon sunshine. The trees still have their mighty
There are many ways to get to a certain place. You could take the usual path or the short cut or the longest path. You
Seven months have been ripped off the 2012 calendar in my small room since I stepped into Don Bosco Boys Home – Liloan for my
Hum as the silent wind blows pastThe drapes that covers the windowAs the shunned light begins to filter throughThe room echoes the lightThe light shines