What if God was one of us?

It's been a week filled with bad news. Working in the media sometimes means you're addicted to knowing what happens next. So there I was, on Thursday afternoon scrolling through my Facebook news feed when I saw a friend post a photo of a collapsed wall. If you live in Melbourne, you're more than likely …

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On “here” and “there.”

I can't count how many times I've wanted to be some place other than Melbourne. Some days I dreamed of being on a white sandy beach in Bali, Phuket, or Krabi; other days I wish I was back home in Singapore. More often than not, I find myself missing people. At the beginning, I often …