…of many different peoples and worlds.
When in the course of human events a woman becomes a mother, she discovers that motherhood is rich. Then she discovers that it is a tad limiting. If you belong to my generation of stay-at-home motherhood, the next thing to do is develop what I believe is often termed “creative outlets” in the interest of “self-care.”
Now I think, “If we’d be staying longer, we’d be so much better at this.”
A week ago at this hour, we descended into the bewildering masses of Dhaka city, the capital of Bangladesh, and spent a weary day whiling away the time and supporting our exhausted toddler till we could go to bed… about the time our Canadian bodies wanted to wake up. A week later, matters have improved.... Continue Reading →
Three years and a week ago, Charles and I left for a month of traveling in Bangladesh and India. Today we are leaving again. For Bangladesh. In the last eleven years, I have made this trip nine times. I don’t mind doing it again. At all. But I’m glad the packing is over. I’ll take... Continue Reading →
I am breaking two of my own rules as I type. The first broken rule is that I am writing a blog, and I have absolutely nothing to say. (Yet.) The second is that my baby is sitting on my lap while I use my laptop, exposing her to a screen.
I often think of this picture when bearing about my miniature woman with me or sporting together like two sea mammals at bathtime. When I saw these monkeys at a zoo in India, I said, "Look. There's a big one and a little one!" We are a big one and a little one.
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