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A simple life

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | March 9, 2013 - 12:00am

It is the second week of March but the weather remains cold. Late at night it gets colder. I only use the air-conditioner that comes with the flat when the weather is terribly hot so I am sensitive to the temperature...

Modern Living

Christmases past and present

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | December 7, 2012 - 12:00am

It was 1977. I was 33 and was having a whopper of a mid-life crisis, a time when you feel everything is wrong with your life, the whole thing needs changing, in a blink of an eye you might walk away and never...

YStyle

Sunday at Prado Farms

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | May 14, 2011 - 12:00am

I heard about it first when I thought of ordering a biodynamic lechon for my mother’s 40th day (after her passing).

Modern Living

Give me a simple road

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | August 14, 2004 - 12:00am

Was the road to recovery simple? Is there anything in my life that’s simple? In the beginning everything was quiet. I just followed instructions from my children and when there were none I slept and knitted....

Modern Living

Road to recovery

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | August 7, 2004 - 12:00am

It is early in the morning. We head for Makati Medical Center, make straight for the emergency room, straight for the x-ray section deep inside. I am with my two daughters, Sarri and Panjee, and they are in charge....

Modern Living

A STROKE?

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | July 31, 2004 - 12:00am

I wonder what was happening then. I remember only that my mother was coming to town and I met her at the airport. Panjee, my daughter, arranged for me to meet her. I went early, was extremely tense, but I was there...

Modern Living