Yesterday, I was all settled and ready to finish up a post – a review of a hair oil and hair pack (imagine! bet you’re finding it really hard not to smile) when I realized it was dinner time. Intending to continue after dinner, I toddled off to make poha…
Coffee With Mi
How crazy is it that I actually ended up making a Thiruvadarai-like kootu and kesari, Mi? I suppose some things just happen because they will and nothing we do can stop them. Bonus? So feel-good without conscious effort. It happened so naturally. Here I was, thinking of that second coffee of…
Today is Thiruvadirai, Mi. I was smiling fondly at the memory of how much you loved the kali and kootu, and how I’d fuss over eating it. And with all the teasing at home, I’d feel like I was caught between a rock and a hard place–all because of a…
We are, you know. Every other day, there’s this news splash, followed by outrage over molestation of women. Disgusting, I know. And of course, like every other woman/person reading these accounts, my blood boils and recalls incidents from my own life, some where I reacted, and some where I didn’t.…
If we were having coffee–and of course we would–I’d tell you I woke up with butterfingers today, again, Mi. Everything I picked up, slipped off my hands, slipped from my hands. The worst was dropping a bowl of really hot oats straight from the stove to the counter. Eww. Just…
Like a roller coaster ride, that’s what it is like, Mi. Life, I mean. We’re racing through good news, bad news, sad news, and news we are still trying to process, because we can’t decide how we feel about certain things. As I start my day with prayer, and move…