Author: Lana Boyd

15 November 2025 When my mother moved to Singapore, I became a parent overnight. Not to a child, but to my little sister, who was still in high school. I went from being her older sister to making sure food was on the table, grades were met, and she graduated on time. I was 23…

18 August 2025 It took four days to get in touch with him. Four days of anxiety and imaging the worst. Was it a car crash, did he get arrested, or is it something worse? When he finally picked up, all I got was a “Yeah I’m fine, talk later”. Moral of the story? Christmas…

31 July 2025 I’ve lived through noise. Through the catapults slamming against the deck beneath where I slept, sirens in my head from conducting drills, the loud silence that follows a mental breakdown. But writing? That’s my way of listening. It’s how I fill the deafening silence, how I make sense of the void.  I…

(03 August 2025) It felt like Christmas in June. I was finally separating from the Navy. I could hardly sleep the night before from all the exciting thoughts going through my head. “How am I going to celebrate?”. “What is the first thing I’m going to do?”. That morning, I woke up earlier than usual…