the migrant wife

From Charlie's point of view, life, marriage, work, family, faith, feasting.

Musings over Tea

  • Rest

    Rest

    I have been ill with shingles. With that I have also been extremely fatigued after the rash and obvious symptoms of shingles have healed. Audiobooks have been a lifesaver during my time resting. I was able to enjoy luscious prose and well-chiseled words – a crystallisation of hard work, deep thought, and a glimpse into… Read more

  • The Rwandan Genocide and the Cross

    The Rwandan Genocide has been an interesting topic to research. My research relied on court case records from the ICTR, which included victim and perpetrator testimonies, some of which I hesitate to repeat. Each day at the archives was a battle between my empathy and professionalism. Sometimes, my research notebook filled up at certain pages… Read more

  • Ordinary Extravagance

    Ordinary Extravagance

    Today for dinner, I popped a bit of chicken marinated in Italian herbs and lemon juice into the slow cooker; I blanched the potatoes then covered them with rosemary, thyme, salt, pepper and olive oil and roasted them till golden brown; I put some discount frozen Yorkshire’s into the oven; I boiled some frozen peas… Read more

  • Quietness

    Quietness

    Ever since I remember, I’ve been a relatively loud child. There’s something about being Chinese which means that volume is directly proportional to level of emotion and enthusiasm. Since I started going out with my (now) husband, I was confronted by the fact that I was really, very, loud. I have this verse reference written… Read more

  • Contentedness – a lifetime’s homework

    Contentedness – a lifetime’s homework

    Social media can be a noisy place. No, I don’t mean the recent reels or trends where people record videos of themselves with a catchy tune playing over it, although they can get quite samey. I mean the carefully curated front that influencers try and create which makes me a bit, eh. As I sit… Read more

  • Foreigners – through the Pentateuch

    Foreigners – through the Pentateuch

    Migrant is a word that I never imagined myself using. But when I think about it, I come from a long line of migrants. My grandparents on either side made the long journey away from Communist China to the free Hong Kong. I grew up always thinking that I would not live too far from… Read more