Daddy’s Diaries X
December 20, 2011
He had a full round face and a mischievous grin, which incidentally, just like Santa Claus, gave nothing away.
He had a full round face and a mischievous grin, which incidentally, just like Santa Claus, gave nothing away.
It used to bother me that my father couldn’t commit to a book. I would never be so disloyal as to begin a new story before ending an old one.
It’s probably not a coincidence that the date of my birth is only six days away from the date of my father’s death.
Until you have that ring on your finger you are their child and they will always view you as such, no matter if you’re living at home or miles away.
Get your kids to race for who can collect the most recyclable material; tell them to keep brushing until the timer goes off! Fun ways of being green.
Convert your leftover food into nutritious soil and use it in your garden!
I admit I have given my father a few shocks in his life; I was by no means a perfect child.
Simple, easy-to-learn tips on gardening as a family, and as an eco-friendly parent!
You might assume I’d find it unnerving to wake up with a foot in my face, but the good news is it was a foot I recognized.
I wondered if the innate “Indianness” I had purported to possess my entire life was completely bogus.
A Nazi-like lactation consultant militantly asked if my mother breastfed her children. My mother was tempted to say she still was.
How does this visual harassment compare with the physical violation I feel in India? Where can I feel truly liberated in my own skin?