I felt I was clamped in the jaws of a vice, with pity on one side and gloating on the other. Their response was different, but their diagnosis was the same: my family and I had been given what we deserved. I felt crushed. I felt I was dying slowly, crushed by both pity and gloati
The morning the snowstorm abated, walking to the prayer lodge, I saw Fr Michael furiously shovelling away snow at a corner of the garden. It was not in the way of anyone’s path. Here I was, tentatively and cautiously watching my every step to avoid slipping and sliding. And there he was shovelling with such gusto where no one treads.
For the miles and miles of bubble wrap, packing tape and heat-shrink plastic we have added to landfills because we now do our shopping on Lazada and Shopee instead of at the mall, or the kedai runcit around the corner. For the expensive laksa, slightly sunken butter cake and addictive crackers we have added to …
Like a mother hen Many have walked below it and some have climbed it to pluck the tamarind/assam jawa pods (I can produce the eye-witness!). I would like to refer to this tree as a she – because, like a mother hen, she extends her wings to give shade, to produce, and to reproduce (yes, …
Our little girl painstakingly collected moth larvae, big and small, and watched entranced as they inched around on her palm. An ant became less of a nuisance and more an anticipated visitor: “Big ant!” “Small ant!” “Friendly ant!” “Many many ants!”
