In an ideal world, I am a playwright. I have the confidence, discipline and craft to conjure up stories and manifest them from page to stage. However, this is not who I am, mostly because I am scared and lazy. I like to blame it on not coming from theatrical stock. Every time I hear …
When I was in primary school, we put on an international themed nativity play. I imagine it arose from the teacher wondering how she would give parts to the sea of faces in front of her. I was the little Dutch girl who came to lay my gift at the foot of the manger. If …
Every Saturday morning The Brother and myself would gather up all the little brass bells and boots, vases and chalices, and lay them on newspaper in the kitchen. Like a scene from a Charles Dickens novel The Brother would clean them with Brasso and pass them to me for polishing off. That I will never …
Ordinary Plenty 