8:55pm Mum had dutifully kissed my forehead and said goodnight. Absent-mindedly watching T.V., I glanced at the time. It was precariously close to 9:00pm, at which point I would conquer a great personal fear. The mint slice. Yes, that humbleRead more…
Writing my way to the truth
My life has been marked by lies. Addled by a mother who was both startlingly open and compulsively deceitful, I grew up warped by them. I spent my twenties running from the lies. I became a lawyer, maybe in anRead more…
The Bear
My first ‘love’ was like when the teacher said, ‘Let’s pretend we’re bears,’ so, I climbed under the mundane table draped with only a black cloth to make a make-believe cave. On our first date, the magic was already present.Read more…
Where do you come from, where are you going?
Jakarta isn’t a walkable city. Footpaths, where they exist, look like they’ve been showered with meteors. The traffic is an engorged snake of cars, motorbikes, angkots, street vendors. Green spaces are almost unheard of, and many choose to wear sanitationRead more…
Telling our stories
I never thought I’d go to a comedy show and spend half the time suppressing an explosion of tears. The first half of comedian Hannah Gadsby’s show, Nanette, was hilarious and unique in the way she poked fun of herself,Read more…