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 …
There is no better endorsement of a restaurant than one that is frequented by patrons who hail from the same part of the world as the food served there. When they do concede to eat there, it is always somewhat begrudgingly, rarely complimenting the food beyond, « It’s okay. » or, « I could have …
These pictures were taken three months before my father died. My mother had an appointment that day and by then he was too ill to stay on his own for any length of time. I took my camera along to document the day. One way to cope with the impending death of a loved one …
My father suffers from macular degeneration. He is legally blind minus the white cane. White canes aren’t much use when you need a wheeled walker to get around. I take his diagnosis and our shared ancestry very seriously which is why I am retiring soon in order to read as many books as I can …
What do you get your 90 year old, low vision dad for Father’s Day, when he says he doesn’t need or want anything? You get him a pair of drawstring Tommy Hilfinger shorts, and a box of 36 black Sharpie markers so he can read his own notes and ours. And Indian take-out, medium spicy. …
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 …
My sister and I took our parents for their second Moderna vaccine today, eight days earlier than originally scheduled. The parking lot at the local community centre where the vaccines were being given was teeming with mid-sized cars driven by a generation of seniors well-versed in the etiquette of public parking. There was no pushing …
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 …
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