My life story
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - February 16, 2020 - 12:00am
Happy Valentine’s,” I tell my husband at the breakfast table at around 9:45 a.m. I woke up at 9:30, left him still asleep, went to the table to take my pills, put on my glasses and began to play solitaire...
Crazy married moments
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - February 9, 2020 - 12:00am
I married someone who in my assessment, admittedly extremely faulty at times is a wonderful man. He is highly intelligent, very good-looking according to all the women who courted him before he chose to marry m...
Glowing at 75
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - February 2, 2020 - 12:00am
I look at myself in the mirror. I have wrinkles under my eyes.
Short and possibly sweet
January 26, 2020 - 12:00am
Around this time in 1988 I came home from the United States. At the time, I had two dreams.
A little more life
by Barbara Gonzalez Ventura - January 19, 2020 - 12:00am
At the beginning of every year I take time to assess my health, especially this year because I am 75.
Little Manger
by Barbara Gonzalez Ventura - January 12, 2020 - 12:00am
Immediately I slipped back to the 1950s when my mother and I lived near the Malate church. Those were my pious years, I used to think, but suddenly I realized those were my blessed years.
Holiday hangovers
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - January 5, 2020 - 12:00am
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house…
Christmas for the old
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - December 22, 2019 - 12:00am
You just sit and watch your grandchildren play card games, enjoy their laughter, their camaraderie, wonder fleetingly about what their future will be as they grow up.
Christmas for Parents
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - December 15, 2019 - 12:00am
Last Sunday’s column was about the Christmases of my childhood, before I got married and had children of my own, before the responsibility for Christmas wreaths and trees, noche buena and lunch, buying and...
Once upon a Christmas time
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - December 8, 2019 - 12:00am
Those were the Christmases of my childhood; those were the days when fruitcakes were real and delicious, enjoyed and not ridiculed as they are today.
The timeless pages
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - December 1, 2019 - 12:00am
It’s December! Christmas is almost here. 2019, a year that to me just started, is ending.
Marriage and Unhappiness
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - November 24, 2019 - 12:00am
You know how I’ve been reprinting responses to my column? There is one response I received on the day of my deadline and I knew it wasn’t finished.
My so-called cooking skills
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - November 3, 2019 - 12:00am
I really don’t like to visit my relatives who have passed on All Saints Day. I go to change the ? owers then say a quick prayer and leave.
The last laugh
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - October 27, 2019 - 12:00am
Now you’re getting old. You don’t know what you want to do. Me? I just enjoy knitting while watching movies on Netflix.
Thoughts on Menopause
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - October 20, 2019 - 12:00am
You may not believe this but some readers ask me to write about certain things.
Save your hair
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - October 13, 2019 - 12:00am
Sometimes I feel the need for a total change. For many years, I wore my hair short in a lop-sided bob — one side visibly longer than the other. I thought having my hairstyle uneven meant I was different.
Family reunions are happy-sad occasions
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - October 6, 2019 - 12:00am
Let me tell you my Gonzalez family story. My father, Vladimir, was killed by the Japanese at the end of World War II, when I was six months old.
A forest of dreams
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - September 29, 2019 - 12:00am
When was my first memorable meeting with Almond Ventura?
What to write when you’re growing old
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - September 22, 2019 - 12:00am
What will I write about?
To my beloved friend, Lydia
by Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura - September 15, 2019 - 12:00am
We met when we were little children studying at Maryknoll College on Pennsylvania Street, now Leon Guinto Street. How old were we then?
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