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Try Trickles, please

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | November 9, 2013 - 12:00am

My grandmother and I were up in Baguio but summer was ending and we were shopping at the market. I said I wanted to bring my Mommy back a plant. How much? She asked the salesgirl.

Modern Living

The 8th note

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | June 6, 2009 - 12:00am

Sometimes when I think of him, I remember what an adorable baby he was, conceived on Beef Wellington washed down with champagne.

Modern Living

Creative children

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | September 30, 2006 - 12:00am

These days when I think of my only son, I get a flash of myself wearing a long, red and white polka-dotted maternity dress, laughing and walking at night with his daddy, waiting for our son to come. Then he was born,...

Modern Living