It was exactly a year ago today that I stopped dying my roots and I have five inches of silvery growth to show for it. It’s been a trip. Honestly, making the decision wasn’t the hardest part. It was a combination of reasons really: my hairdresser of 30 plus years was retiring, my brown roots …
When my hairdresser of more than thirty years announced her retirement earlier this year, my heart sank. Who would console my hair woes now? What I loved most about Lou, apart from her professionalism and great sense of humour (she once nicknamed my hair « the planet ») was her pragmatism and consistency. She listened …
A couple of weeks ago, I bought my low-vision dad a box of 36 black Sharpie pens for Father’s Day. Strategically, I put a couple of them in each room of the house (sometimes multiple placements per room) where he was likely to want to write something down, sort of like when you hide foil …
The other day I received a message from an elderly client of mine asking me to call him back because he was worried he might have missed a call from me. I called him back to ask what I could do for him but there was nothing he needed. He was just concerned I may …
I’ve got a stye in my eyeI wishit were pie If you don’t have time to soak in a tub, sit still for five minutes with a wet, warm compress on your eye and a soundtrack of ocean waves playing in the background. We met a young husky mix with one blue eye and one …
Being East Indian, my dad is wont to leave out prepositions when he speaks. He is also low vision now, no longer able to drive and depending on his recently purchased CCTV machine to decipher bills and financial statements. The other day my mother and I were emptying the fridge of expired food items, dumping …
It’s my dad’s 89th birthday today. Since the first time he nearly died during cardiac surgery, eleven years ago to the day, my dad has set his sights on making it to 90. A natural extrovert and party-man (his idea of a good time is making sure his guests practice the deadly sin of gluttony), …
“If your eyes are sound, your whole body will be filled with light.” — Dept. of Speculation, by Jenny Offill But my eyes are not sound. Filmy, vaseline-smeared lenses that do not focus no matter how I tilt the page or squint into the light. This garden gnome is sinking as the page is dimming. …
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