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From Awful to Awesome

From Awful to Awesome

By Ruth Manimtim-Floresca All of us go through a lot of firsts in our lives. I remember being patiently taught by my grandmother how to iron my school uniforms when I started my freshman year in high school. It took a few weeks before I got the task down pat but,...

Child Safety Online

Child Safety Online

By Lyra Pore It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying in bed, feeling a bit under the weather. My six-year-old daughter comes to me and asks: “Mom, can you play with me on the computer?” “Can you not play by yourself?” “No, I need a parent to play with me.” It turns out...

Multitasking A Must

Multitasking A Must

By Karen Galarpe For the nth time, I ate at my desk at work today. Some days are hectic, some aren’t, and today is just one of the hectic ones at the newsroom. In between writing and editing news about OFWs arriving from Libya, Fil-Ams observing Lent in America, and a...

Trad Vs Non-trad

Trad Vs Non-trad

By Gina Abuyuan On my Facebook account, I recently posted an old article we ran in the now defunct HIPP (Happy, Intelligent, Progressive Parenting) magazine. It’s about choosing between traditional and progressive schools, and how to find the perfect fit for your...

When Math and Driving Don’t Mix

When Math and Driving Don’t Mix

By Lyra Pore “Mom, if 5 ¾ is ½ of a certain number, what would that number be?” That’s my daughter asking me from the back of the car. I’m driving with my three kids, aged ten, six and one-- and watching other cars while trying to change lanes just isn’t the best time...

Out of My Comfort Zone

Out of My Comfort Zone

By Mari-An Santos I was seven years old when I first set eyes on Baguio—and it was love at first sight. Though I do not remember this, my father would later recount that I told him then that one day, I would live in this city. Fast forward to 20 years later, I was at...

First Day of School

First Day of School

By Bubbles Salvador The day I first brought home my baby boy from the hospital felt like the first day of classes. When I was still single, I helped my sister, who is a single mom, raise all three of her kids. But I had no idea what to do with the baby whom I had...