27th April 2012
It seems to be a week of rants for me. I was chatting to my friend a while back and discussing her plans for the day (which included baking for her husband and children) when she suddenly informed me that she couldn’t bake, as she didn’t have the right ingredients. When I inquired as to what she was missing she…
25th April 2012
It’s time, dear readers, for you to read about one of my pet peeves. I was meandering around Facebook today when a certain eco-friendly eco-education eco-resource page that I ‘like’ happened to post this picture with the caption: Communities protesting power giants in India. Naturally, because I am me, I looked at that image with a fair amount of scepticism.…
20th April 2012
Conscious and Unconscious in Varying Degrees of Time (In loving memory of Colin) They called me when I was sitting staring out the window (and wondering about proliferation) Could have knocked me down with a feather (or anything handy). ‘But that’s absurd’, I said, unmoved, unemotional. ‘He’s in the best of health’, I said. ‘I would have known’, I said,…
18th April 2012
When I was five years old, I was given my very first dolls house. It came with a set of dolls house dolls who lived in it, and it was as tall as I was, had pink and white furniture, real curtains at the windows, and even a winding staircase. The dolls house dolls who lived in it were a…
16th April 2012
I was sitting down to my tea the other day (a revered ritual) when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and found my frazzled neighbour at the door. She had a couple of hours without her daughters, and was spending it doing her homeowners association work. (See why I shun the homeowners association? I confess; it scares me.)…
9th April 2012
There is an old shoe box that dwells on the top shelf of my closet. It is where paper photographs of my childhood reside. I spent a part of the afternoon sitting cross-legged on the floor of my closet, looking through the contents of the box. There are the photographs that never made it to the digital world for various…
1st April 2012
The ties that bind – the daughter of Burma (For Aung San Suu Kyi) Confined only by the letter, millions breathe your spirit every day. Flying free in the shadow of the gun, keeper, mother, leader of a people you are. But extra-ordinary leader of peoples, how much woman do you have left? Family or Country, Freedom or Persecution,…