In the first few pages of “How We Met — A memoir of love and other misadventures”, author Huma Qureshi asks –
“What if my story, our story might count? What if it might mean something?”
Every memoir writer who is not a celebrity or a victim of overt oppression, violence, or trauma, probably expresses similar doubts. Ordinary life stories, even well-told ones, are not considered marketable or saleable by the publishing industry, because they are boring.
Every life is a story but does every story merit a book?
The short answer, although inadequate, is ‘it depends.”
I received an unusual planner for 2021. It was part of a gift box subscription from Books That Matter. Although it arrived a couple of months after my birthday, thanks in part to Covid-19-related shipping delays to my address in Singapore, it appeared in time for my annual rumination about the new year.
Although I am a compulsive list-maker, I am on the fence when it comes to new year resolutions. Writing down your thoughts is a good way to make them concrete, but making a checklist has pros and cons.
Over my lifetime, I have lived through years when…
In the early months of the pandemic, I consoled myself by saying that all the drastic changes demanded by the Covid-19 virus were short-term measures. The inconvenience was temporary; a test of resilience that was best borne with a smile. A later, the once-surreal situation that has now become an unpleasant but accepted reality for the foreseeable future, makes me grimace.
As an unabashed urbanite who thrives in crowded spaces and fast-moving environments, I doubt whether I can endure being cooped up on an island for much longer. Singapore is Covid-free but reluctant to risk outside threats, particularly in the…
The Ministry of Health notification that I was eligible to register for the Covid-19 vaccine pinged on my phone as I was reading the news story about the Ever Given, one of the world’s largest container ships, being stuck in the Suez Canal.
On the surface, it seemed as if there was no connection between the two distinct stories. Yet, for a fleeting moment, I felt a strange kinship with the massive ship.
Like those among us who have been barred from leaving our homes and/or countries, we were both stranded. At least for the time being.
The plan was simple. To take a week off from work and two days off from home. A solo staycation in Singapore. Simply put, me time.
I wanted to accomplish three things:
So I took my books, non-fiction and fiction, notebooks — ruled and plain, stationery — index cards and post-it notes, pens and pencils, not sure which ones I would be need. The room didn’t have wifi and I write on google docs, but I took my laptop, just in case.
The place was remote, the room cosy. I had…
The highlight of the spare room in our home is a map of the world. The rectangular 5" x 3" laminated sheet attached to the wall with heavy-duty double-sided tape is a standard representation-irregular land masses interrupting various shades of blue that cover two-thirds of the earth’s surface.
What makes this particular map special are the colorful stickers that dot various locations over its shiny surface. Little circles in four colors, one for each member of the family, mark the cities we have visited. …
In stillness, we find our peace ~ Katrina Kenison
In Singapore, we ushered in a rainy 2021 that washed away New Year celebrations, resolutions, and hopes for a Covid-free year. February floated in on a pleasant breeze bringing with it dry, cool days that lasted through the month. Happy to be blessed with a rare, calm breeze more common in other parts of the island, I stepped out for a walk more than once a day, soaking in the sunshine without its attendant humidity.
March has been scorching, with brilliant sunshine flooding my bedroom each morning, setting the tone for…
I am not a super-prolific content creator on Medium. Yet, when I realised I had posted 100 articles on Medium since I joined the platform in mid-2019, I was pleasantly surprised at my own output.
Of course, I wrote a post about it. Not surprisingly, it wasn’t distributed, because it is ostensibly about Medium!
But I did write write some thoughtful pieces that did get distributed. And a few excellent pieces that did not. I also found a new publication Authentic Solopreneurs which features authentic, uplifting and helpful insights launched by a fellow Singapore resident Bingz Huang. …
At the office of an acupuncturist for treatment for unbearable shoulder pain that neither drugs nor physical therapy could alleviate, Dani Shapiro, author of Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity and Love, is asked whether she knows the three great spiritual questions.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
How shall I live?
Shapiro knows the questions.
In the aftermath of shocking DNA test results, Shapiro attempts to answer them.