I remember when my parents told us they would no longer be married. I can’t remember their words, the time or the place – but I do remember feeling lost. It was as though the tiny sliver of happiness I once had, was forever gone. Let’s be real divorce is a bitch. (I honestly couldn’t think of a better-suited word. Trust me, I tried.) It ruins the very core of who we are – but God is …
I was born in Surabaya, one of the largest cities in Indonesia. Our family are Chinese and, like most in our community, the vast majority of my family practiced Confucianism. This is a belief system that impacts every area of daily life with a strong focus on ancestor reverence. The one member of our family who had broken away from Confucianism was my paternal grandmother. She first encountered Christianity after her husband was killed during …
The air was filled with laughter and chatter, as more than 4000 women took their seats in the auditorium. Everywhere I looked I saw women hugging one another ‘hello’, squealing with delight as they located a friend, beckoning her over, ‘I saved you a seat, come sit with me’. We were all there for a women’s conference. A celebration of friendship, purpose and love and yet I felt utterly alone. No one had saved me …
I was born in Phnom Penh, the largest city in Cambodia, and am the youngest of five children. During the time of Pol Pot my father was sent to work at a labour camp. To try and assure his survival he began work very early and finished every task that was set for him. He did not want to be accused of being a ‘soft intellectual’ but to prove that he was a strong, hard …
There is a purposeful beauty to our scars. Our scars bear witness to our story. What most of us don’t realise is that scar tissue is stronger than the original skin. A gaping wound is not pretty, but a healed scar means that place is stronger than it ever was before. There is a purposeful beauty in our scars. Our scars bear witness to our story. I grew up in Ipswich, a country town …
