Daddy’s Diaries III
January 1, 2011
The last few times I’ve dreamt of my father, he hasn’t said anything. In my subconscious, as in real life, he is an advocate of silence.
The last few times I’ve dreamt of my father, he hasn’t said anything. In my subconscious, as in real life, he is an advocate of silence.
If a child steals a candy, they get a slap on the wrist. But if they steal 100 pieces? Do they get 100 tiny slaps, or one big punch to the face?
It’s a scary world out there. Not the real world–the virtual one. Cyber space has replaced material space, and
When parents communicate strong anti-drug messages to their adolescents, they don’t use alcohol or drugs as often. Start the conversation.
Homer Simpson was his favorite father figure, and he thought Garfield had mastered the art of perfect bliss. As I grew older, I began to envy him.
I couldn’t imagine the horror of explaining to my feminist friends that I had found my husband on an online wedding bureau.
I figured that if I spent enough time staring at the blank white screen, the words would type themselves.
It is an extremely private world, the pages of a diary. And having entered his, I was taken straight to the core.
What we say to them when they are very young is not our reality 15 years later when we have also grown up in the new culture. But how will they know that?
She had an affinity for ‘50s and ‘60s Hindi music. In case you’re not familiar with this genre, it’s comprised mostly of coy ladies who sing in a tone so high it can sometimes only be heard by animals and the trained ears of my mom.
“These things don’t happen in our community.” Observations like this cannot explain away the overworked high school student with depression or the young man with schizophrenia.
“These people will tell their kids about other saints now. The ones who came out of their air-conditioned city life to help us.”