It has been seventy days since we were told to stay inside. Anyone who left home without a reason was either questioned or threatened with force. While restrictions have gradually eased throughout these months,…
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It’s eery quiet in our South Delhi neighborhood. A few motorcycles out, rushing for a necessity or to the hospital—the only places open. I’m perched on our bedroom balcony next to the washing machine…
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For the coffee lover who doesn’t like the jitters that come with coffee on an empty stomach, I have a morning coffee treat that gives me the steadier pick-me-up I need to last through…
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Confession # 1: I’m up way too late… working. This means that I have a terrible lack of boundaries and I should be in bed. Or at least making the kids’ lunches for tomorrow.…
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Sometimes living abroad feels like a rodeo. More specifically, it feels like riding in a ring on a wild bronco. Some days I’m sitting nice and pretty, wowing onlookers with my seat and confidant…
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It’s 6am in our city of 25 million. I sit in the rocker that I used to rock baby girl to sleep in from 8-weeks-old in our former mountain home. Now she’s full-on-3 (going…
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It’s a dreary day and the monsoon rains drown the streets with rivers of water, while cyclists wearing trash bags for raincoats and city buses drudge on through. I planned to visit a plant…
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My eldest graduated from preschool this evening in a brief ceremony celebrating he and his classmates. I assume that the graduation ceremony into kindergarten is more for parents than children. The kids skip blithely…
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It is eerily quiet. That golden sun is melting down behind the cow fields and the picket fence. The birds have built a nest on the back porch lantern and are twittering away in…
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We took an unexpected road trip to Colorado with Tyler this week. In a complete turn of events we made a last minute decision to pop in the car with our 2 and 5…
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I’ve got my feet propped up and my laptop open, waiting for words to appear on the screen. My mom graciously invited me to the Florida coast with her for a few days for…
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In 2017 I developed a passion for gardening. What started as a mild interest to cheer us up in the wet mountain monsoons has now turned into a full-on obsession. I’m at risk of…