I’m sipping a pumpkin spice latte, watching the Midwest drift away out the window on the first leg of our flights home to India. Our near-four-year-old is happy playing his leap pad and our…
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Its the last day of 2016, and we made the trek home to America to spend time with both of our families . This morning I bounded out of bed (ok, creeped quietly as…
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This post should actually be called “How Losing Control Turned Me Granola”. But that’s too long. So we’ll just blame India.…
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It’s a long way down from our little town to, really, anywhere else. It only takes an hour to reach the city at the base of the mountain, but it is the longest, winding,…
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Daddy is feeding Little Man Christmas cookies for breakfast and I don’t care, because they’re both happily entertained in the kitchen. We’ve got the space heater blowing on high and the lights on the…
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We live in a basement with two rooms. My parents and grandmother live above, and all four generations share one kitchen. When we are not on the road and living out of our trusty…