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Hospital on fire

By FROM THE STANDS | By Domini M. Torrevillas | November 26, 2019 - 12:00am

His name: Marius Ramirez. There are two sayings that describe him.

Opinion

The school that chooses to live

By FROM THE STANDS | By Domini M. Torrevillas | December 4, 2014 - 12:00am

Initially I thought today’s column would be titled, “The school that refuses to die.” On second thought, I chose a more positive title,  since all these years, this school has chosen to live...

Opinion

Goodbye, Aba

By FROM THE STANDS | By Domini M. Torrevillas | December 9, 2010 - 12:00am

Whenever my brothers and sisters get to meet, which is not often, our talk gradually gravitates to who among us nine living siblings (a 10th sibling – the fifth child in the family – died in infancy during...

Opinion

Political animal

By ORA MISMO | By Butch M. Quejada | May 31, 2007 - 12:00am

Opinion

Gingoog

By FROM THE STANDS | By Domini M. Torrevillas | May 22, 2004 - 12:00am

In my golden years, I think of the Gingoog of my childhood, and memories rush back like the rainwater swiftly rushing down the canals which, would you believe, was good enough to do our laundry in. One of the best...

Opinion