Village

My hands approach the keyboard with a caution unfamiliar to them. I often write about personal things involving only me. To write about something that involves the lives of others adds a layer of responsibility that I’ve not had before. I find myself reticent. Careful. But writing is how I … Continue Reading Village

Hard Choices

I’m halfway through Hillary Clinton’s Hard Choices, a book about her four years as Secretary of State. It is an interesting read. It’s not often I hear about the good the US does for other countries. Living abroad I’ve met a lot of people (mostly Europeans) who are eager to point … Continue Reading Hard Choices

Family

I’m told you should never forget where you come from. That sounds like good advice, but I’ve always struggled with this because it seems nonsensical to me. I’m not sure I could forget my beginnings. It’s woven into my memories and helps to define who I am. My fears, motivations, … Continue Reading Family

Grace

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 … Continue Reading Grace

Kampong

You make friends fast when you’re an expat. You’re a little more receptive to differences and your boundaries for “normal” are forcibly expanded. Everyone becomes a potential friend. The people you’d form an opinion about back home are the ones who come through for you when you’re in a pinch. I’ve lived abroad since 2001 … Continue Reading Kampong

Mosaic

Headlines are overly sensational. I suppose they have to be, but I wonder what the headlines read like in the days of the herald. We are living in Orwellian times. Governments spy on us. The truth has leaked, and it’s up to us if we want to do anything about it. … Continue Reading Mosaic

Reinhardt

I met a man named Reinhardt on my way home from the playground this morning. He walked up beside me and said that I looked happy. I was wearing a smile. “You look at peace with motherhood, confident,” he said. I had to laugh. He caught me on a morning … Continue Reading Reinhardt

Harvest

Seven other nations celebrate Thanksgiving or a holiday akin to it. Whether you’re sitting down to a stuffing-ladened turkey in the USA or if you’re eating a special banana dish in the Norfolk Islands, the premise is the same: it’s a time to give thanks and to enjoy the fruits … Continue Reading Harvest

Community

I was born in South Carolina. It was a rural town with route numbers for addresses. There was a corn field to the right of us and a soybean field in front that was also a tobacco field and a cotton field depending on the year. We had dogs. These … Continue Reading Community

In the Beginning

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 … Continue Reading In the Beginning