Diary of An Expat in Singapore
Thursday, November 9, 2023
J.Gargiulo, Sonata for Violin and Piano N. 4 "From the Window", MarĂa Du...
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Sailing for a Day in South East Asia
Sailing on a yacht to celebrate a special birthday is a dream that in Singapore can become a reality. With fingers crossed (it was rainy season after all), we took the plunge and booked a once in a lifetime experience for our daughter Eliot's 18th birthday (YachtBookings.sg*)
Thursday, August 18, 2022
Must be Singapore...
Sunday, August 7, 2022
Familial Support
Wednesday, August 3, 2022
The Unpredictability of Travel
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Facing My Childhood Nemesis
Monday, August 1, 2022
You Can Take The Girl Out Of Singapore
After living 16 years in Singapore, there are certain things you don't take for granted. And I'm not talking about the humidity...no, it's the opportunity to eat amazing food at any time of day. So if say one were enjoying a brisk walk through Covent Garden, in the heart of London, it's perfectly understandable that the Din Tai Fung sign promising delicious soup dumplings would beckon more forcefully than Circe to Ulysses...I admit I'm weak. I love everything about London and from today that includes its dumplings.
Thursday, October 1, 2020
Goodbye Mom
She could sometimes fudge the truth like when she convinced my husband to accompany her to the summer market and it turned out to be three markets and he forever after joked that to keep up with my Mom one needed the stamina of a marathoner, noting with chagrin, that once home she still managed to cook spaghetti alle vongole for 10 people. Or when she told her grandchildren to call her Bronte even though her name was Norma. "I always liked the name Bronte," she reasoned. Or untrustworthy, like when she gave you recipes and left out key ingredients..."You mean I didn't tell you about the parsley/parmigiano/garlic..."
But mainly she was the person you called to tell stuff, from the mundane to the profane: books in excruciating detail, delicious meals eaten with friends, and funny mishaps in the kitchen. I will miss that unwavering, totally biased love for my kids, her positive attitude, and encouraging words. But most of all, I will miss her voice on the phone saying: "Jen?!" even though she was the one who had called. Or laughing when I would answer with the catch phrase: "Well, well, well...look who it is." The silent afternoons loom large without the daily calls I realize only now just how much I took for granted.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Tropical Nights
“The air was thick with humidity, but instead of feeling damp, it seemed lush. Like the whole city had just stepped out of the tub, and hadn’t quite gotten its robe on.”
― M.L.N. Hanover, Darker Angels
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Shakespeare & Company
Last summer in Paris. |
Sunday, November 5, 2017
November in the Tropics
November is so dreary... |
And it was all worth it. Well at least until bedtime, when after thanking me with big hug, she smiled and said: "I think this year we should have a Christmas party."