…spicing up the ole brekkie routine. …playing hide-and-seek. …feasting with my colourful friends. …spending happy evenings here. …shrinking my lofty 5’11 perspective down into four-year-old wonder. Any happy, life-sustaining stuff happening to you these… Continue reading
The real reason I flew to California last month is that someone I love very much is quite ill. Emily Dickenson seems to have written the brief on how I feel about it:… Continue reading
A few months ago my dad and I climbed the Dom Tower in Utrecht. A day or so into his visit, my very best “I’ve got it together” face crumpled as I let… Continue reading
Place me like a seal over your arm. I wear Mimi’s gold monogram on my ring finger. Don’t let mercy and truth forsake you, bind them around your neck. And Grandma’s Tibetan lapis beads… Continue reading
You already know that my eye collects things. Prolifically. So much that it’s been whining for a theme song. So I wrote it one. plainclothes poems, the song is called. Shall I show you… Continue reading
Oh I’m such a tease, making you squint through the haze waiting for shapes to form. But if I flick my braid over my shoulder just so and smile my eyes endearingly at… Continue reading
Exhibit A, 2009: Two crazy kids, nonchalant and confident that they will rock ‘this marriage thing.’ Exhibit B, 2012: Two shaken-up kids. The nonchalance seared off quick, like a slick of kerosene on… Continue reading
Three years ago, I was in my hometown on Java, moving towards my wedding at a pace that felt like sludging through extra-creamy peanut butter. After giving our collective carbon footprint the finger… Continue reading
This story is about the time my grandparents came to stay, but my favourite stories are the ones their hands tell. ” Do you have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis… Continue reading
