Some of us find the holidays difficult. Some of us find it difficult when they’re over. Some of us find it hard to get with family while some of us find it hard to leave family at the end. I can remember these feelings at various Christmas holidays along the journey… I’m one of those […]
My husband came home on Monday after 10 days! After 10 long days of flu, triple quarantine, an abscess that turned into a staff infection (and changed the shape of my nose), two trips to urgent care and some wacky emotional side effects from the strong antibiotics, the storm came to a halt this chilly […]
My living room is just glorious in afternoon sunlight. In the morning it’s a bluish cave, but as soon as that sun comes to the backside of the house and pours in, it warms my soul. The kids both have fevers and coughs and I have bronchitis. Yesterday the doctor started me on steroids and […]
We’ve been at home for 2 nights, and that means I have brain-space to write. To the women who can roadtrip it (even living in campers) with your spawn for weeks or even months on end, hats off to you. I am definitely not you, so I might as well not compare myself to you. […]
I followed peace home to our home sweet home after three long weeks of travel. Life on the road with two preschoolers is like controlled chaos, and as carefully as we plan and as hard as I try to maintain routine on the go, there just isn’t much peace till we get home again. The […]
Mornings in India are communal, with the vast majority of society outside with the sunrise, hand-washing clothes, bathing at neighborhood taps, and brushing teeth on their front stoop. Even in prestigious neighborhoods in mega cities, the road will be filled with walkers, joggers, women outside watering flowers and men sitting, sipping their chai. And because […]
“The days are long but the years are short.” Only yesterday did I begin to experience the reality of this little saying. I was sitting with a mentor and said, “I only have one year. Then Little Man will be in Kindergarten and Little Miss in preschool.” It came on like a light bulb as […]
There are so many feelings but none of them surface to become a coherent thought. So many realizations to process, the old to grieve and the new to adjust to. In my worst moments I tell myself, “It’s only a year”, and in my best moments I bemoan the fact that it’s only a year.