When I Set You Free

Time will come for you, like all others. It will whisper that you, too, could run free. Your wings will spread, longing for purpose. You will fly skywards erratically, like the mayfly on a clear summer day. How I will miss you, my companions, as I roam these empty rooms.

Emma Was Here

My gaze travelled downward, making out the letters ‘was here’. Someone had carved his or her name underneath my thumb but wear and tear had slowly erased it. I stared at it for a while before finding my keys and picking out the one with the sharpest edge. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was carve.


In the warm glow of her child's affection, every mother's face radiates the kind of beauty actually worth sharing with the world.

Mothering in a Man’s World

Bring back the yin/yang balance to our offices, governments and board rooms. To build a better  humanity, we need to embrace our innate need to offer care and love. We need to feel our way forward, and bring our whole selves to work, not leave the mother at home.


I see it in the small things. Sometimes it shines through the cracks of the day, startling me with its very presence. Mended will never be new, but knowing full way its cracks carry the imprints of life lived, it will never seek to be. All it seeks is now small, found in the fullness of one tiny moment.

To Lose A Child

"One day, I will cease to be and you will go on." We love our children so they can keep living long after we have swiveled out of this world. But life can throw our expected timeline for a loop. My grandmother, shown with her second son in this photo, was the mother and soul... Continue Reading →

To Love A Child

To love a child is to know love in its truest form, for it expects nothing in return. To love a child is to glimpse the truth that is intricately woven into the fabric of the universe, to get a peek of what it really means to exist, to bring into focus all that we... Continue Reading →

On Beauty: A Letter to my Daughters

Dearest daughters, You are so young, only five and two, and so blessedly contained inside the safe square that makes up your world. On the beach, you shed your clothes in seconds, concerned only with skipping to the water in as few steps as possible. When you get dressed in the morning, your main objective... Continue Reading →

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