This is the 5th installation of the micah 6.8 series, in which I explore how faith influences our everyday life. If you haven’t read the other installations, you can start here: Part 1: never productive enough, Part 2: the food we eat, Part 3: the beauty we […]

I met Jeff on a FB live we did together for Science Careers on the real life of a scientist. His piece had been about reading fiction; mine was about coffee breaks. About a month later, I find out that he’s doing a passion project […]

It’s been a slow season of writing for me. My past few months have not been my normal (have they been anyone’s really?), and I’m still getting back into a rhythm. But, this past weekend, during a call with one of my girlfriends, we started […]

Time is an elusive concept. It’s passing constantly, yet it’s so hard to feel. It’s like lying in the grass, trying to feel the Earth rotate. When changes are both small and constant, we can’t grasp them. But watching a sunset, for example, we can […]

It’s a slow Sunday afternoon. I’m camped out at a cafe here in Strasbourg’s Old Town, trying to do some writing, but nothing’s really coming. Usually my Sundays are filled with packing up after worship, Explaining Faith, going to the mosque, and preparing my heart […]

So, I chanced upon this piece when I was doing some thinking/research about the topic of beauty for my next post.  It was written 3 years ago as a letter to my self 10 years ago. So in a way, it is a flashback to […]

I really didn’t want to write this post. I had opened a document with my musings on the issue on December 30 of last year, but since then, the post had still not been written. Neither had I written anything else substantial since, unless you […]

Saying goodbye to my parents never got easier. We always made it into an event – driving into Toronto always meant a scrumptious Korean lunch out, a brief perusal of the fruit stands in Chinatown for any mangos on sale. “You have the granola right?” […]

What surprised me most about the village was how people sat by the streets and watched. It seemed like they had nothing better to do. Men with white singlets, limp cigarettes hanging out the sides of their mouths. Grandmothers with plump babies bobbing up and […]