Amma, “I Don’t Want to Be Like You!”
Those words from my five-year-old daughter were enough to snap any mother out of her thoughts. My hands stopped moving as I stood in the kitchen.
Joy Of First Home
I connected my old hard drive to my computer, and suddenly, it felt like we were traveling in a time machine. There were photos from my university days, literary activities, gatherings with friends, graduation, my wedding—and then came an entire chapter of memories from twenty two years ago, when we moved to Canada and set up our very first apartment.
