How a catholic feminist embraces both questions and creed?
Not ‘either/or’ but BOTH Catholic AND Feminist, BOTH Pro-choice AND Pro-life
Books I Read: A Different Kind of Unease
Two chilling books about the exercise of power in an administrative state
‘Do it or I’ll slap your black face!’
Did someone actually say – ‘Do it or I’ll slap your black face!’
Birthday dinner in the dark
For the last few years, Heart Guy and I have taken to celebrating my birthday in Vietnam. Birthdays are about celebrating the “newness” of life. Every year therefore, we try to experience something new, be it a part of the country we haven’t visited or a cuisine we haven’t tried. One year, we squatted at a … Continue reading
This Palm Sunday I didn’t go to church
On Palm Sunday, the church commemorates the triumphant entry into Jerusalem of a would be king who would ultimately be killed for daring to say he was the son of god. Most years, on Palm Sunday, I go to church, pick up my palm leaf and wave it along with the crowd. Most years, on Palm … Continue reading
Homelessness? Or a kind of freedom?
We have been in Vietnam for a week now, the first few days in the new family home in the Delta. The new home, housing the family altar with my in-laws’ ashes, is a modern grey and white villa near the lower branch of Mekong River. It’s comfortable and airy with a small fountain and newly … Continue reading
Immensely grateful to be a daughter of Singapore
It may be unfashionable but I’m shouting it out anyway – It’s good being a daughter of Singapore. It’s something to be immensely grateful for. I had flown from the Little Red Dot to the North Eastern USA for a wedding and then a book reading in Virginia. Unexpectedly, my country offered me a launch in their … Continue reading
It’s Sunday: Tiger Moms and Cubs need rest too
On the 7th day HE rested. I need a rest. So does my kid. It’s been a little too much – the travels, the back-to-back meetings the week after, all those posts I just had to get out about the trip, the extra coaching I’ve had to give Youngest (who didn’t learn about words till … Continue reading
Reading in Myanmar: Text and sub-text
I was reading in Myanmar. It was my time, my panel appearance at the Irrawaddy Literary Festival with Canadian literary prodigy Karen Connelly. We were to be speaking about my novel As the Heart Bones Break. We ended up speaking about Myanmar. Not of course in so many words… But as I learnt last week … Continue reading
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