micro memoir
The Smell of Dumplings
Whenever I smell dumplings, I am back in my mother’s kitchen, learning that love was something you made with your hands. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
Whenever I smell dumplings, I am back in my mother’s kitchen, learning that love was something you made with your hands. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
I told my son to man up and stop making excuses. I thought I was teaching strength. I did not know I was yelling at someone who was already sinking. I only understood later, when his bed was empty, and the quiet in his room stopped feeling temporary. P.S.
micro memoir
“How much do you love me?” I asked my five-year-old daughter. “Two dollars,” she said. I laughed. Years later, I realized it cost far more than that. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
Satire
In Singapore, “can” means yes. It also means maybe. It also means no, but I don’t want to explain. It also means I heard you, I acknowledge your existence, and I would like to exit this conversation peacefully. “Can” is not a word. It’s a multi-purpose tool. Ask
Satire
I didn’t plan to become unemployed. Nobody ever does. It’s not like primary school where the teacher asks, “Next time, what do you want to be?” And some kid says, “Unemployed with dignity.” But here I am. Let me confess how life quietly reorganises itself when your monthly
Q: I am a prolific blogger on Facebook. I am afraid to lose them if for whatever reason the account is banned. Shouldn't I put a copy on a website? Answer: Yes, you absolutely should have a copy on your own website. Relying on Facebook for your entire
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