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From whom we came

By Joanne Rae M. Ramirez | September 18, 2014 - 12:00am

Last weekend, we celebrated, or were coaxed to celebrate, “Grandparents’ Day.” Though probably a commercially-driven holiday, Grandparents’ Day nevertheless makes us think of the four other...

Newsmakers

Loren shows us her roots

By Joanne Rae M. Ramirez | March 11, 2014 - 12:00am

Sen. Loren Legarda’s secret hideaway is in the midst of the bustling commercial district of Caloocan and Malabon cities  right where you would expect a hardware or a sapin-sapin store.

Newsmakers

Grandma Mary

By Joanne Rae M. Ramirez | October 30, 2007 - 12:00am

She is the grandparent I hardly knew, and for that I grieve. Not that I miss her, because that would be a lie. I hardly knew her. She died while I was a pre-schooler. I do not even remember her voice or her laughter. ...

Newsmakers