Lately, I've been feeling stuck. I admitted as much to a friend and said I was waiting for the clouds to dissipate and the canvas of my future to be revealed.
Grace is one of those words I struggle to define. It’s grown to mean more than just elegance or poise in my opinion. It’s a word that I’d use to describe a woman, never a man, and this distinction intrigues me. A man can have finesse, but that's not the same thing as grace. To my mother, it... Continue Reading →
The echo of a jackhammer and a baby's intermittent cries are my morning music. A clotheshorse with the days washing blocks my view of Geylang River and the Nicholl Highway bridge. This is my 30-minute respite for the morning. My eldest is at the playground and my youngest battles the pull of slumber. My husband... Continue Reading →