I wanted to change my mind, but I had already given my word. It was a choice between losing a treasured relationship and keeping my treasu...

Writing has a shadow: reading. If you are into writing, reading follows you wherever you go. The other way around may not be true, but de...

One day a week, I get a good dose of sunshine. More than warming my computer-humped back and keyboard-cramped fingers, it illumines my mind....

In my book talks, one of the frequently-asked questions is: “How do I become a published writer?” I am surprised that there are so many clos...

Six years of walking seems forever. I feel as though I’ve been walking all my life for at least one hour every day (from 5 to 6 AM), except ...

“The Day I saw Jesus” is a title I borrowed from my friend, Sito Silva, for three entries in my still unpublished book, What’s for Breakfast...

Our parol-tree motif this year A slew of sermons, books, and articles about Christmas has been written, and is still being written. I had no...

If there's anything I am famous for, it's forgetting birthdays and anniversaries, including mine. Now, why would I remember that tod...

Re-reading a book of poems on friendship, while listening to music (erroneously classified as Oldies in audio shops!), I wax nostalgic find...

(A column by Jullie Yap Daza in the November issue of Sense and Style Magazine)  "Some gifts are easier to choose than others . . . ...

It never fails—Pinoys laugh at someone who mispronounces a word like buffet, as though he committed a crime. What we don't realize is, ...

(Annie and Amah, the only sister and mother of my husband, respectively, were inseparable in life. When Annie died, nobody was surp...

(Yesterday, December 2, was Author's Day at the OMF LIt Bookstore.) On my way up to the second floor (more than half an hour ahead of sc...