Caught in the rain!

Be careful what you wish for. Nothing is a perfect circle. That’s life. How we wished for rain the week before! A deluge of blessed beautiful water would put out the fires in Sumatra and  wash down all the smog particles floating in our air. It would put to rest our worries about the haze returning once … Continue reading

Why pray for the dying?

The park two doors away is my go to place to unwind. It’s where I commune with nature and with spirit. These past two years, I’ve circled the park often with my rosary beads praying for Wai and Ish and Kwan. Have I prayed in vain? Wai’s funeral was yesterday, Ish’s more than a year … Continue reading

The Pope is gone, my mother-in-law is dead, but life goes on…

This week Pope Benedict 16th steps down, the first papal resignation in nearly 600 years. At the University of Tubingen in Germany, the theologian Hans Kung, author of the forthcoming “Can the Church Still Be Saved?” hopes for a new spring for a fading church. But in the Mekong Delta, in my husband’s family, life flows on uninterrupted like … Continue reading

Elegy – July 4th in Alaska

We went to Alaska for the summer. It’s beautiful country. For someone from Singapore, too big to grasp. We had time, so much time. And space. In the space/time between one national park and another, as the snow capped mountains and the midget pine trees rolled past our glass domed train, this story surfaced. It’s fiction … Continue reading

Resistance

Image Credit: TS Rogers I had a nightmare about pacmen shooting at me; they were shouting – Resistance is futile! resistance is futile.   Clearly the product of a fevered brain that’s spent too much time trying to write both the fall of Vietnam and September 11th into the same chapter!  I needed a break. This is what came out … Continue reading

The Curious Arts of Animals

When things get confusing, when everything threatens to fall in on itself, I’ll find a place to sit and close my eyes. And, between a hundred in-breaths, twenty hundred out-breaths, I find myself again. It’s taken me almost a lifetime to learn to sit and be with myself, to be aware of my now and … Continue reading

Looking Death in the Face

It will be Singapore’s 46th National Day in two days. Forty six is a good ripe age. As Arundhati Roy says in her book The God of Small Things, a viable die-able age. It’s how I’ve been feeling late, die-able. Hence, this post. Are your worried about aging? Fearful of death? Have you come to … Continue reading