Race by definition has different meanings. See the word without “human” in front and the way you read the word will depend on who you are. If you are an sprinter, your mind may first dash to the track. If you add... The [Human] Race
July 18, 2020
in Stories of My Life
Race by definition has different meanings. See the word without “human” in front and the way you read the word will depend on who you are. If you are an sprinter, your mind may first dash to the track. If you add... Colour Blind
July 11, 2020
in Stories of My Life
Last year, I started wearing glasses for the very first time. I remember walking out of the optometrist’s office, struck by how I could see everything SO clearly. The Autumn leaves grasping at their branches were no longer a collision of fiery,... The “No Mom”
June 17, 2020
in Mommyhood
I’m a child’s worst nightmare. I’m the “No Mom”. I’m not the “Middle-of-the-Road Mom. And I’m definitely not the cool “Yes Mom”! I am the spoilsport, the fun killer and the hard, cold, “No Mom”. I say no to playing in... Postnatal Depression
May 24, 2020
in Mommyhood
My daughter didn’t know what had just happened. An empty cup hurtled over her head and her mommy screamed at her. She broke down in confused and frightened tears as I left the room. I flopped down on the couch in the... Eating Humble Pie
October 13, 2019
in Stories of My Life
I like pies. Most pies. But not humble pie. It tastes bitter. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Each bite I take met lang tande. It’s tough to chew over and hard to swallow. It’s not easy to digest. But, I... 