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 …
Sixty years ago today, I was born on an elephant in the eastern Indian state of Odisha, formerly Orissa, on the Bay of Bengal, to a Punjabi father and a Welsh mother. This birthday is particularly painful because my dad died this past July and he was a true aficionado when it came to birthday …
My singer-songwriter-guitarist husband has an upcoming gig in February that he is really looking forward to. I’m happy for him. He works hard at his craft, is a prolific songwriter and a gifted (and patient) teacher. Since we met, he has generously invited me into the fold, whether to play guitar alongside him or accompany …
Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of one of the happiest days of my life. I think my husband was a tad disappointed that I didn’t blog about it so I will try to make up for it today. What was so great about it? Some girls are seduced by flowers; all it took for …
2022 was a dreadful year for me and my family. But hey, here I am intact with 110 books under my belt. Thank goodness for books. Thank heavens for friends and community. Much love to my readers, all good things in the new year, happy reading. Here is the complete list: January 1. China Room …
It’s the small acts of kindness that get me through challenging days. Kind acts that I don’t necessarily appreciate at the time, but that I acknowledge later on when taking inventory of my day. Like the colleague who noticed how frazzled I was this afternoon and asked if she could help, the son who asked …
When I announced to my husband today that my blog now had 37 followers, he congratulated me on having more followers than Jesus. After wiping away the almond milk latte I had just snorted through my nose, I had to ask … “Twelve disciples.”, he said with a grin. (I know, I know … but …
It was my son’s last full day of high school today. My husband, who isn’t Sean’s biological father, asked me how it felt to be the parent of a child finishing high school. To be honest, I hadn’t really considered how I felt because I so rarely live in the present moment. If he’d asked …
I rolled into cubicle land last Friday morning, the day after the big office move, to find an unexpected gift on my desk: a beautiful painting of a red cardinal. Even if it hadn’t been signed, I would have recognized the characteristic style of painting. Tears in my eyes, I sought out the artist, a …
Like most of you, getting through the past year was an uphill trudge. Working as a frontline healthcare worker during present circumstances is stressful but I am grateful for an excuse to get out of the house everyday and for the fact that I have a public sector job that is secure. My husband, spending …
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