Tag Archives: #connectingtheworld

In Dielogue: Marilyn

Personal encounters of witnessing death often makes the topic of death much more real and close to heart. We know that death happens to everyone, but we never know when and where. In this series of Dielogue, we share the heartfelt personal experiences of a healthcare practitioner, who meets patients near their end of life.…

Nationless Tree, Worldly Roots

Written by Weilyn Chong “Everyone is a tree. We all have roots that we develop. Never forget this. Roots are what make you who you are more than the tree and its leaves,” my dad says in his deep and earthy voice. His words of wisdom went in one ear and out the other as…

In Dielogue: Loretta X Charmaine

Delving into the social sector, requires a set of demanding aptitudes. Social workers are expected to handle different situations – from extending a willing pair of ears, to getting reprimanded by patients and riled into family conflicts. What makes us human is the ability to empathize and give advice – and that’s what our care…

Marrakesh, Morocco: Arts & Crafts & Food

The Good Travels is a new segment to The Good Catalogue by our American contributor, Lauren Wittig. Lauren is currently on a 6-month globetrotting mission to uncover social good on her far-reaching travels and documents this on her blog, best.world.ever. This article has been republished with permission from Lauren and tells the tale of a…

Cape Town, South Africa: Uber Conversations

The Good Travels is a new segment to The Good Catalogue by our American contributor, Lauren Wittig. Lauren is currently on a 6-month globetrotting mission to uncover social good on her far-reaching travels and documents this on her blog, best.world.ever. This article has been republished with permission from Lauren and tells the tale of a…

Conversations With My School Canteen Cleaners

Written by: Clarissa Choo “Thank you uncle,” glancing up from my notes, I smiled at the cleaning uncle who was wiping the table beside mine. Studying in the canteen after school was something of a strange habit that I had, disliking the unnerving silence of the school library and fearing the wrath of the librarians.…