What don’t I know about Peranakans and kampong life? Kampong Spirit: Gotong Royong, Life in Potong Pasir 1955 to 1965 Even before I had...

Right from the womb, every cell that is born from the division of the zygote carries with it the knowledge of what and how to be, whether...

There’s some strange Spanish music on television. The only words she recognises are, “No passport, no visa! I’m coming home back to you.”...

I grabbed my camera and braved the erratic rain across the road to the Jalan Masjid India bazaar. The world outside the hotel was...

I was the shaman’s daughter. I helped the shaman with his work until I was no longer a virgin. I did the deed in the warm, makeshift...

One morning in bed, Gwen turned to Colin and said that it was over. She had never been able to do it before. Goodbyes were always fraught...

It would start almost normally. She would be sitting in his living room couch, legs crossed, smiling at him, her eyes cast onto the...

Father had been a lumbering phantom even before I had graduated from university and knew I had the option to be a journalist. Many years...