With the joyful endings of cheesy, Hallmark movies, comes the subconscious expectation that somehow during Christmas, everyone will get along, then snowflakes will fall at precisely the right time and in a perfect quantity.
I never imagined that I would have to undergo a cesarean section when I was pregnant with my first child. At the time, I was young and healthy.
What is a comfortable life? Is it having just enough to live, a little bit more than enough, or much more than you need? Over the years, the definition of a comfortable life has changed.
In my part of the world, we have a Hokkien word to describe a sense of competitiveness and unwillingness to fail: Kiasu. Literally, it means “scared to lose”. Nobody likes to fail or lose.
Earlier this year, we participated in an exhibition organised by our church. Our project was focused on deaf and blind people. Though individual drawings of each of our five senses, we tell the moving stories of how five individuals (aged 30 to 50 years old) worship God despite of their physical impairments.
I am not at all claiming to be an expert on the varied topic of grief. Although there may be familiar elements between individuals’ grief experiences, their paths are distinctly unique.
It was Christmas morning. The whole family was together, even though most of the children were married and starting their own families. We were about to open presents.
Title: Psalm 73 Materials: Hand Lettering Description: It is incredibly easy in our day and age to get caught up in envy over others. Through the bombardment of “perfect” lifestyles over social media, it seems like our own day to day lives aren’t just enough. There’s always something to covet for whether it be that […]
The most difficult decision I’ve had to make was in late 2014, when I found out I had stage four breast cancer. It all started when I felt a lump and the doctor recommended that I undergo some pathology tests.