a sunday morning conversation with minal: minal: who’s that? me: george dubya. minal: why does he look sad? me: because he’s not going to be president of this country...
Read morea sunday morning conversation with minal: minal: who’s that? me: george dubya. minal: why does he look sad? me: because he’s not going to be president of this country...
Read moreI never thought about the squirrels, the possums, the grackles, robins, the doves or the fire ants. I never thought about them that day. But I do remember taking...
Read moreLines continue to build up at the gas stations and grocery stores. And Allen Parkway is flooded still. While Galveston has been badly affected and is truly facing a...
Read moreYesterday afternoon, as I drive Minal home, I approach the stop sign that we pass every day. Once we reach it, I do what I always do: I put...
Read moreNeither side of Minal’s family is particularly religious. But today was a quirky day. After dropping Ammi to the airport, we pick up Sissy Farenthold and drive to Bapsi...
Read moreToday, on the drive to pre-school with Minal, we talk with each other in Urdu–as we often do when we are alone with each other. Generally, I have to...
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