The Invented Mothers There are mothers made out of yellow daisies blooming near a grave. In Palestine, a little girl presses her ear against her mother’s tombstone, as if to listen — yalla tnam, yalla tnam,* the lullabies of the dead are the most beautiful. Striped school uniform, pink backpack, blue wristwatch to keep the […]
Archives for April 2017
I stand at the stove in the evenings, stirring whatever we’ve thrown into the pot that night, with the back windows flung open so that, sometimes, just sometimes, a sooty-nosed kitten with a spring in its tail flings himself inside and winds his young spine around our ankles. Sometimes, just sometimes, we let him fall asleep on […]
London for introverts is a topic I’ve been pondering for a few months now, noticing how I (endowed with reclusive tendencies) gravitate towards quiet, deserted spaces in this seething, swirling metropolis. When I first mentioned writing something on the subject, my similarly reserved other half joked the guide would be just three words long. Stay at home. Yet […]
Green Goddess Pasta, we call it, after a dish I’ve twice gobbled up at the gorgeous P.S. Café in Singapore, a plant-filled, art deco-inspired restaurant nestled down a side street away from the hustle of busy Club Street in Chinatown. It’s one of my parents’ favourite hideaways for a bite in town, so both times […]
Catching up. Shelved bright spots from two weeks past. Flaxen-haired cousins and the vigour of youth. Another very small person on the way. Uncle Tim’s perfect poached eggs. Potting up seeds and crossing my toes. Joni on the radio. Summer rolling one Saturday eve. Just simple things, sweet things. But they mean everything, don’t they?