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Juliana learns to rock

October 28, 2007 - 12:00am

What do you want to be when you grow up?’ I asked my daughter Juliana one day. “I want to be a rock star!” she said emphatically with a toothless grin. That was three years ago. Now that she’s...

Sunday Lifestyle

Close to home

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | April 1, 2007 - 12:00am

Today I woke up and found myself in a four-poster bed with gauzy white drapes on each side, in an unfamiliar but pretty room with a high ceiling. Where am I? I thought quietly, sleepily. Just six days earlier...

Sunday Lifestyle

Food in my mouth, memories in my mind, gratitude in my heart

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | October 8, 2006 - 12:00am

(Part 1) I have often wondered, albeit passively, why the stories of my life unfold with food as a verdant backdrop; wondered, too, why the memories fluidly and richly roll out, in neat bundles and stacked heaps,...

Sunday Lifestyle

Remembering Lolo Julio’s loving presence

By LOVE LUCY By Lucy Gomez | November 2, 2003 - 12:00am

My maternal grandfather, Lolo Julio, passed away when my mother and her other siblings were in their teens. Lolo Julio succumbed to a heart attack shortly after his 50th birthday. After coming home from a Knights...

Sunday Lifestyle