Author Archives: Fiat Lux

About Fiat Lux

I write, therefore I am

The boy & the swing

My favourite moment today was without any cameras or anything to record it, because my boy had dragged me out of the house without warning, down the road, across the road to the park, a route he knows by heart. … Continue reading

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PSLE matters

Why PSLE matters I was watching this Korean drama recently, and it moved me not just because of the story or the acting, but because of its insights on motherhood. There were many memorable lines about motherhood, and one of … Continue reading

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Parenting with confidence

Confidence is probably the hardest thing for a new mom. You second guess everything. Maybe I should have breastfed for another month. Then she wouldn’t have caught that cold. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone back to work so early. Then … Continue reading

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In memory of Hiroshima A Thousand Lights taking my hand, you say Basho lived here. we climb until the pagoda fades and distant islands twinkle like dimples in the sea The Pier after oysters, we kiss drawn like hungry squids … Continue reading

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The solitary pupil

Everything in Singapore is so efficient. We map, track, and project everything. Demographics are changing, so we merge schools, put building plans on hold, perhaps even hire less teachers so we don’t affect the ideal student-teacher ratio. I had a … Continue reading

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A Facebook-free Life

Last Friday, I deactivated Facebook. Seventy-two hours on, I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever done for my emotional health. At the risk of sounding younger than I really am, let me share that this is probably the longest … Continue reading

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What We Don’t See

He motored into Starbucks on a blue plastic contraption that looked like an adult’s Go-Kart, parking next to our table. His hair was not yet grey, his skin a weathered brown, with a moustache that showed he still bothered to shave. … Continue reading

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