Commuter Adventures: Tattoos, Torn Jeans & Ticket Police
Maybe it is a generation gap or my conservative Asian upbringing, perhaps even the fact that I lived in cities where tattoos were usually associated with street gangs and crime,…
Category: a woman’s strength
The Cat and The Plumber
The washing machine is on the brink and I needed to call in the service. When I got home from work yesterday, I inspected the machine, went through my standard…
For All The Sacrifices
Mothers´s Day is one of the most unnecessary holidays that the modern world has conjured up, and this is why: a mother, and all the mothers before us, should be…
Dandelion Wishes
Remember my post the other day about eating dandelions? Well here is the continuation of my dandelion encounters. This time I am not eating them, but wishing upon them. I…
Because I Stopped To Look…
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may beI go and…
Ikebana: A Return to Minimalism
A few months ago I lashed out at the concept of flower photography and why it should be banned. My opinion on the matter hasn’t budged, but before you think…
Have I Dared To Pray?
Every morningthe worldis created. Under the orange sticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches —and the ponds appearlike black clothon…
Coming or Going?
I am sure you are all familiar with that annoying sensation of not knowing whether you are coming or going? This is an expression that has bothered me for decades…
