A Small Miracle

A SMALL MIRACLE Today I witnessed a miracle. A small boy running down a corridor, kicking a ball with his left foot.  Not much of a miracle, you may think. It happens all the time. But this was a hospital corridor. And two weeks ago this small boy was condemned to die, unseen by a … Continue reading A Small Miracle

From Mere Mortal to Living Goddess

One cold, misty January morning, Ben and I boarded a local Benguet bus from the Philippines’ summer capital, Baguio City bound for Banaue further north in the vast Cordillera Mountain range. There was no way of knowing then, of course, that I was setting out from Baguio a mere mortal but would return a week … Continue reading From Mere Mortal to Living Goddess

Memoir Blog # 24 Ninoy Aquino – The Boy Wonder of Tarlac

Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino Jr. was born on 27 November 1932, thirty-eight years to the day before the Bolivian artist Benjamin Mendoza tried to assassinate the Pope at Manila International Airport. But it was not Pope Paul VI who was destined to die while disembarking from his plane in the Philippines. On 21 August 1983, Ninoy would perish, … Continue reading Memoir Blog # 24 Ninoy Aquino – The Boy Wonder of Tarlac

A Date with the Pope

My second visit to Bilibid Prison was under very different circumstances. In fact the day following my second visit one of the Manila papers referred to it under a typical tabloid headline: “Balloons and Bibingka for Benjamin’s Birthday.” My friendship with the Bolivian surreal artist, Benjamin Mendoza, began in 1969. By that time I considered … Continue reading A Date with the Pope

Memoir Blog #20 Early Days in Manila

I arrived in Manila in late June 1968. My initial impression was of a sprawling, bustling and filthy city, its downtown roads continually jammed with impatient, honking traffic. Dilapidated, overloaded buses belching diesel fumes, vied for space with garishly painted and ingeniously adapted World War II jeeps, known as jeepneys. A motley assortment of decrepid … Continue reading Memoir Blog #20 Early Days in Manila

Memoir Blog # 18 Nothing Can Go Wrong – Part 2

 As Murray had so rightly calculated, Khan called me the very next morning. “What happened to you yesterday, Miss Kennedy?” he asked casually.  “I’m so sorry,” I replied. Despite my fears, I was trying my best to sound contrite. “I really did have to get back to the newspaper urgently. I did warn you I … Continue reading Memoir Blog # 18 Nothing Can Go Wrong – Part 2

Nothing Can Go Wrong – Part 2

My hand reached furtively for the door handle. However, even before I had time to turn it, the taxi stopped abruptly and I was unceremoniously dumped out into the street. Was this an opportunity? Could I now make a dash for it while Khan was paying the driver? But, the Indian had attached a vice-like … Continue reading Nothing Can Go Wrong – Part 2