“Dad, how big is the heart?” a ten-year old me inquired. “Make a tight fist with your hand,” he said in a half-whisper. “Like this..” I made my fist into a ball, […]
Dear Dad, a million thanks for the gift of travel and a Happy father’s day!
Of accidents, a broken femur, baby steps and an anniversary!
A couple of days ago, wordpress sent me a congratulatory message on my dashboard. The baby “Travelogues of an African Girl,” had clocked two years. What a milestone! I have an idea […]
Macabre freak exhibition or a study of the human anatomy?
The prospect of dying has always seemed frightening if not enigmatic, subject to varying interpretations and descriptions, the avoidance of a direct mention but rather safely enclosed in euphemisms like “kicked the […]
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