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Awakening to a conspiracy

By Jim Paredes | October 23, 2011 - 12:00am

We did not choose our parents, or relatives. We had no choice in choosing the sex we were born with.

Sunday Lifestyle

Men and women growing old

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | July 26, 2003 - 12:00am

My body succumbs to a racking cough and fever. Even if there were someone to talk to, I have no voice. From bed, where I lie crumpled and limp as the bedsheets, I watch a storm rage. This is what it’s like...

Modern Living