Mom’s cooking at Hafidah’s and Zulkifli’s

This Sunday Mom’s not cooking. All the restaurants in town are full. If you didn’t call a month ago and you really really really want to take Mom out, you’re dead meat. I swear! Why not try to persuade Mom to go out tomorrow or next Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday instead? Tell her it’s … Continue reading

How my garden welcomed me…

I love that coming home feeling, especially those first hugs and hellos. Husband and Youngest Son always seem dearer after I’ve been away from them for some time. And then there’s my bed. There’s nothing more wonderful than collapsing into its familiar embrace, the way the mattress cradles my bones in just the right way, … Continue reading