If you’re a little underwhelmed by my birthday cake, trust me, I was there first. I was turning 40 last month, and I had serious plans. I wanted to make a cake that was so majestic, such a visual assault on the senses, that all of you will have no choice but to concede what

When I was pregnant with Kate, I harboured a troubling question which I didn’t tell anyone until weeks before she was born. Intent on resolving it before she arrived, I typed these words to colleague J on my office laptop: “Did you ever feel you wouldn’t be able to love your second child as much

C’mon, tell me you’re dying to know how I got my very first gig on the latest issue of Her World. You don’t wanna know? Well I’m gonna tell you anyway, because while I’ve seen my name in print many times before, I’ve never been as excited as I was about this one. Dylan from

Kids birthday parties are absolutely exhausting. Last Friday, when my daughter E’s party was winding down to a close, I actually slumped into my sofa and, with mouth slightly ajar, fell asleep when there were still two guests left in the house. It wasn’t even a big party. All the food was ordered in, and

If you ever want to make me nervous, just ask me to make a kid’s birthday cake. But if you want me to really tremble in my housewife’s slippers, tell me it is for a boy. You see, I don’t have a son. I have no idea what makes them tick (or tear down the

This is my new office. I started work a few weeks ago and it’s definitely not what I’m used to. While my previous employer was a monopolistic juggernaut that had thousands of drones chugging away at its engines every day, my new company is a tiny set-up — and its smallness hit me hard on

In my former life as a journalist, I had this internal switch that I turned on each time I stepped into an interview to profile a personality. In an instant, I’d become chatty, full of questions, thoroughly interested, and dripping with charm and good manners. It was all necessary if you are to probe the

SINGAPORE (August 17): In a formidable show of people power, Crummb is elected as the official name of TPL’s bakery. Crummb, the name of the former journalist’s baking blog of three years, steamrolled its arch-rival Crumb with a huge margin by grabbing 35 votes. The latter name, leaner but not meaner, managed to capture a

My last day at the newspaper is two weeks away, so I’ve been slowly clearing out my desk. And boy, do I have a lot of junk. I have Time and Newsweek magazines dating back to 2002. There are candy, teabags, and wine bottles that are so old they are probably radioactive. Stacks and stacks of press releases,

I am feeling like an absolute idiot. After announcing in my previous post that my bakery will be called Crumb with one ‘m’, I am thinking maybe I’ll go back to Crummb after all. Why? Because two friends have reacted with rather loud ‘But why?!!’s (with two exclamation marks). So I explained to them that it is in keeping with my brand