A Place Called Home
I watched as the air hostess pushed the food trolley down the aisle. The second meal was served on the 6-hour journey. The air hostess
I watched as the air hostess pushed the food trolley down the aisle. The second meal was served on the 6-hour journey. The air hostess
I felt the tingles at the soles of my feet as I walked through the massive metal gates that shielded the school from the public
I felt a hint of dizziness as I stood staring at my image in the bathroom mirror before a total blackout. Coming around, I scrambled
The room I grew up in was slightly bigger than my kids’ toilet, but not up to the size of my kitchen. No. It wasn’t
Right within the core of my very self, I am beginning to feel the transition from old to new. The ruling power of my peripheral
My impending empty nest: Thoughts on what life would be when all my kids finally leave home.