A friend of mine loudly expressed a considerable amount of cynicism about a line in my first column, when I wrote about the things this space will be about that went, "Less often, we buy something so phenomenally wonderful that we turn into evangelists for the damn things."
Bali, Indonesia – More than 20 Southeast Asian women narrated their personal stories of exploitation and abuse during the first Southeast Asian Court of Women on HIV and Human Trafficking held yesterday in this island resort.
Corazon Cojuangco Aquino died 26 years after Ninoy was assassinated at the tarmac. Since the day of that fateful killing on 21 August 1983, one generation of Filipinos has been born innocent of what it meant for the nation to be under martial rule.
I’m guilty. I killed our president. I wrote an online story about the passing of a former president but inadvertently referred to the current one who’s still very much alive in portions of the story.
This column joins the rest of the grief-stricken country in mourning the loss of our beloved former President Cory. As we pray for the eternal repose of her soul, we also pray for the country which is now bereft of someone whose gentle presence inspired Filipinos to continue the struggle for renewal and reform in the country.