A few mornings ago in Mysore, I stepped out onto the porch, wincing from kidney stones. The Farm is usually my happy retreat — binoculars glued to my face, ridiculous grin in place. But that day, pain was winning. The previous afternoon, I had hobbled deep into the property, stick as a crutch, very aware... Continue Reading →
Of Humans and Koala Babies
Of course, I want all the usual stuff. I want a clingy Koala bear-like tiny girl who sticks to me for dear life and shyly buries her face in my neck when aunts and uncles coax her into talking with them. A little bundle of curiosity and wonder that I have to constantly pry from... Continue Reading →
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