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Seven childhood memories

September 4, 2011 - 12:00am

I’m having a really bad day as I write this. Again.

Sunday Lifestyle

A life full of laughter

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | January 16, 2005 - 12:00am

When we were toddlers, she was our playmate. When we became teenagers, she became our chaperone. And when we became young adults, she turned into our barkada. All throughout, she was like a mother to me and my siblings...

Sunday Lifestyle

What is the sense in all this?

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | January 9, 2005 - 12:00am

Too many things happened this year that I have yet to come to terms with fully: Loved ones suffering, close friends dying, friendships severed, confidences betrayed, natural disasters happening one after the other,...

Sunday Lifestyle

Easter’s eggsciting!

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | April 20, 2003 - 12:00am

I remember my first Easter egg hunt. In Ormoc where I grew up, we observed all the Holy Week customs like visiting seven churches and making the stations of the cross but it was only in Cebu, in my maternal grandmother’s...

Sunday Lifestyle