Ah babies. How they rule our lives—regardless of whether they’re our own or our neighbor’s! We simply cannot resist them; they’re like magnets. Decades ago, I remember, when my Mom and I moved to another city on a job transfer, we were just settling into our new home when we heard delightful gurgles. We peeked through our window to find…
Dear Mi, Happy birthday! You would have been 72 today. I always imagined you as rather frail, super-cheerful, gentle-looking and always busy over the years. I have to confess that I never even imagined you in your 70s, because you were always so youthful in your attitude. Sometimes I think, perhaps I should have visualized you in your 70s…perhaps you…
“Happy Teachers Day!” We would hear this a million times and feel the echo long after her students had wished her and gone. After I got married, there were two teachers in the house and it warmed my heart to see them exchanging greeting cards on this joyous day – Teacher’s Day. Every year, for as long as my uncle…
Or my Pampers story. I was born in the 60s and became a Mom in the 90s. Which basically translates to: a/ a family that thinks diapers are evil and b/ resistence on my part, to diapers, when my son was born. We led into his arrival by frantically stitching baskets full of cloth diapers, lovingly hemming the edges and…
