My friend Sean swears I’m overly fond of epiphanies. Okay, so he didn’t exactly say that; he does tease me about them though. One reader thinks epiphanies are female elephants. (I’m pretty sure he’s joking.) But I guess they do have a point — what’s with all my epiphanies? From Dictionary.com — e·piph·a·ny [ih-pif-uh-nee]: noun, …
There is always someone who will brighten up your day. A friend who shares a joke or stands there beside you, when you can barely get up, helping you do exactly that. A stranger whose smile lifts your spirit. A kind gesture, a heartfelt compliment. We are all somebody’s light. We all illuminate.
“Stop doing that!” “But it’s fun. It’s so wobbly!” “Are you calling my butt wobbly?” “Uhm, at least it’s not jiggly like jelly any more. It’s a bit firmer now. Like panna cotta.” You’ve been having panna cotta on your mind since your boss made you some. An Australian of Italian descent, Wayne loves trying …
I was six, I think. You don’t really remember things like your exact age when you’re that young. But yes, I was probably six when my parents took me to the zoo. This was the Malacca Zoo. It was smaller back then, probably didn’t have quite as many animals and stuff. What I do remember …
Some days I feel like a madman on the run. Writing every day, one blog entry after another. Emails. Letters. Articles. If folks didn’t know me, they’d marvel at my discipline, but you, dear readers, do know me. You’ve been there when I went weeks without a single post, without a single word penned to …
I’m preparing the ingredients for dinner, getting them ready now so that I can start cooking the moment we get home later. It’s quiet in the house in the middle of the day. Just me alone. Too quiet maybe. So I bring my laptop to the kitchen, set it on the countertop and play some …
You know how to cook, of course, like all real Italian men, you say. Let’s make calzones – have you tried making them before? Boy, I wanted to say, I haven’t even eaten one yet. Instead I just nod. Yes, sure. We are in Trento, your hometown. A village, really, you confess. Oh but so …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
