Tales from the Kitchen
School is out. Summer is here. The days are filled with kids traipsing in and out of our home. Trips to the library. Walks and chats with my son. Extra-long cuddles. Cloud-gazing. Lazy… Continue reading
School is out. Summer is here. The days are filled with kids traipsing in and out of our home. Trips to the library. Walks and chats with my son. Extra-long cuddles. Cloud-gazing. Lazy… Continue reading
Don’t call me a good mother. For being good somehow means doing all the “right things”. And to be honest, I’m not necessarily all that concerned about doing the “right things”. I’m more… Continue reading
When I first started out blogging two years ago, I was bald. I sat at this same spot while recovering from my chemotherapy treatment with nothing more than a wish to write from… Continue reading
The first blog post after a long break is always the hardest to write. There is a self-imposed pressure to write something so brilliantly memorable as to be worth your while. Something worthy… Continue reading
“I say if your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.” ~ Bill Watterson These photos are brought to you on bended knees, dusty… Continue reading
“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the single candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”~ The Buddha Encouragement is commonly understood… Continue reading
I sat on these old, intricate floor tiles in the inner courtyard of a Chinese temple one hot humid afternoon in Penang. Nestled deep within a vast courtyard, the Han Jiang Teochew Temple… Continue reading
“If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come.” ~ Chinese Proverb I wake up every morning to tiny giggles as a wriggling warm bundle burrows its way to my… Continue reading
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This is the month of pink ribbons and charity walks. I love the enthusiasm and the solidarity but I just somehow feel we are missing the point of this… Continue reading
I grew up in Kulim. A tiny, modest little settlement in rural Malaysia during the 80s. There were no traffic lights in our little town back then. Folks just slowly meandered through the sleepy streets in their… Continue reading