Hard to believe that for someone who loves to cook and eat, I’m posting about food just now. I didn’t plan on writing a foodie blog, foodie being a term that manages to be overused even if its definition is … Continue reading From the Kitchen: The Headless Northern American Seafood
Joining others in dusting off forgotten hobbies, I started writing poetry again. The first half of July has been unseasonably grey and wet. I’m working on a bigger project and also grappling with how the spike in cases might affect … Continue reading Writing Desk: Poetry
One would think I’m reading more these days, but sadly that’s not the case. I’ve been slow to finish novels the past months. Though working from home freed up hours in my week, it almost feels like a sin to … Continue reading From the Bookshelf: Missing reading time in quarantine
It has gotten warmer; the sidewalks, the lawns, the nearby park are adorned with vivid blooms, swathes of lush greenery. Life amidst a climbing death toll worldwide. So in this beautiful time of the year, we are all being asked … Continue reading A Memorable Spring
The world is gripped with a flu-like pandemic and as we fussed over whether to wear masks or not, took longer washing our hands, we lost a beloved aunt to brain aneurysm. It was quite sudden; in fact, a little … Continue reading Pandemic
A quick and jubilant note: two of my short stories found home. Have to be coy about the details for now–I’ll let you know as soon as they’re available for the reading public. It’s been a while since I published … Continue reading Two stories
Here we are, in year 2020. Festivities are done with and most of us have “gone back to reality” (as if vacations and celebrations are all but dreams), but I’m still compelled to greet you, readers. Happy New Year! This … Continue reading Happy New Year!
I’m writing this post from Singapore. Here because of my partner’s work, am helping him out a bit. We are staying somewhere in the city centre, Chinatown area. Am delighted. Enjoying the bustling urban vibe, adorned with tidy green parks … Continue reading Notes from Singapore
In my mind, I call him Baygon man. I saw him dancing in front of our house. I might have been nine or ten when the young men in black uniforms showed up at our home. Probably sent by the … Continue reading Baygon Man
There are many ways I can forget.I can get busy with work, chores, other stuff.I can read all night,go through my days with a foggy head. Look ahead, mark dates on the calendar.Many ways.But I fall asleep and dream,and wake … Continue reading Poem, in three minutes
