​AUDREY CHIN 

On the 7th day HE rested. I need a rest. So does my kid. It’s been a little too much – the travels, the back-to-back meetings the week after, all those posts I just had to get out about the trip, the extra coaching I’ve had to give Youngest (who didn’t learn about words till he was 4 and has a precarious hold on grammar, vocabulary and meaning) .. I kept thinking, all I’ve got to do is keep it all balanced. First things first in the morning, second things later in the afterno

As you all know, I got stuck a little trying to start 2014. But, the Green Horse Year is coming in at a galloping pace and I’m all ready to catch it and hop onto the saddle. Heart Guy’s come back from Vietnam with the mandatory rice cakes and I put up the pickles a fortnight ago. The Peranakan pineapple tarts that all Singaporeans must have and Cheryl Lu Lien Tan writes so evocatviely about have been rolled and baked, all 120 of them! And the po-piah is all done and sitting i

Believing in magic, we’d hide these found treasures between the pages of our text books, sprinkling bread crumbs over them to feed them. If we loved them enough, we used to believe, the feathers would sprout fluff at the bottoms of their shafts and eventually (very very eventually) grow into the birds themselves. I suspect the fluff that appeared was probably mould. And of course, the feathers always fell out of the books and disappeared before they had time to turn into swan