October rains and the scent of tree jasmine fill the Bangalore breeze. I enjoy the heady scent, walking sheltered beneath a tree. A greedy gust has blown several flowers down to be crushed beneath my feet. Sometimes a gentle breeze carries a single flower, intact, down to my feet. Look at the tiny flowers. Long, thin trumpet stems that would string beautifully on a garland. No one strings them like the bush jasmine. How lovely they would look on a long, thick, black braid. My

I have been thinking about whether to share this with you after our recent conversations about my children. I have hesitated because this is not really a story about my children. I don't want it to be mistaken for one. They are not repeating my childhood, and I don't think the school they are attending is the school I attended. In fact, I know they are getting a safer version of school, and I am grateful for that. What I want to share is something about the mother who comes i

Would you like to be a Honda civic? I remember when we sold our family’s red Honda civic. Loyal, sturdy no AC, hatchback 2 doors. The civic had driven miles and miles through feet of Colorado snow. Through deserts, Through states, With my Dad and By my Dad’s advisor. No AC. My Dad used it for 3 years: in Hot, Humid Houston. Then, we traded it. For a new 4-door, AC containing Mazda. I cried. The memories. The car. It was gone. Would you like to be a Mercedes Benz? When I got