Blogging: I run my race Blogging is like running but running a race? I paused, I sweated, feet apart, panting, and watching others … forging ahead. Jane Trombley wonders about the paucity of baby-boomer bloggers and her generation’s ‘voice’. A counselor opines that blogging feeds wellness! Is blogging a new way of coping for some?Continue reading “Blogging: I run my race”
“Is she breathing?” is a humorous anecdote about student-nurses taking vital signs on their teacher who had a prank ready for them.
Bed-sores: what is right is not always popular tells about a duty to prevent bed-sores or pressure-ulcers for bedridden clients.
Cancer And The Doctor’s ‘Crystal Ball’ How many years have I left? At my stage of cancer, and according to statistical studies, the doctor said that I had about two years left! Mr. Despondent cried. I cannot afford to be admitted. Each day without work, would mean no food for my family! Mr. Suicidal mulled.Continue reading “Cancer And The Doctor’s ‘Crystal Ball’”
tells about a matriarch as the family comfort, glue and financial backbone.
See below for Google translation for Malay (lihat di bawah untuk bahasa melayu) and Chinese (看到下面的中文) Everybody here? Those absent- please put up your hands! So, if you are present, would you agree on behalf for those who have left [past] and those who have yet to arrive [future]? In presentism, present-day rules. Not theContinue reading “Those absent- please put up your hands!”
This is a postscript to; Postscript: She is up there now… Wen Li was such a perceptive little being! If one thinks talking to children about the birds and bees would be difficult, this one about ‘living and dying’ is another challenging one! “My mother never taught me about this, nor did my school!” LiContinue reading “Postscript: She is up there now…”
A penny for your thought? The kids were playing on the road, in front of their terraced houses and stepping aside each time for oncoming cars returning home from work. A girl, Wen Li, noticed an old lady neighbor lying on the floor of her car porch. “Popo*, why are you lying on the floor?”Continue reading “A penny for your thought?”
The face that was, is one’s identity. It’s about one’s privacy. ‘Cos linked to one’s face, are other faces and identities by relation, by kinship, especially in mental illnesses, breast cancer, Covid-19, HIV. “Can it spread ?” “Don’t play with them, their mum works in a hospital!” Contagion by genes, by marriage, by touch, asContinue reading “The face that was”
Are you listening? Are you listening to one’s endless nagging? Is it because one can’t seem to get through to you? Will a list of complaints gets longer if one cannot find their solutions soon? Are there hidden messages that were missed in seemingly ’empty’ talks? Are you listening, listening…before the sinking, sinking… hand disappearsContinue reading “Are you listening?”