The Ache of Leaving my Baby Behind

The purple and gold insignia of the orchid appears as I round the corner on the boarding gangplank. It’s a symbol that would usually result in uncontainable excitement coursing through…

Her Bottom Lip Quivered

There is so much I hae to write both here and on y travel blog about my experience at the Nuffnang Asia Pacific Blogging Awards, and posts will be coming.…

It’s all My Fault

They are the only words I hear as the non-mother-guilt rational side of me tries to battle back. “You were just doing the best you could.” “Yeah, but…” Back and…

What is Wrong With Us?

The tears stream down my face as I watch. All I can think of is what if that was my baby girls. My heart fills with a fierce, protective love…