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Take me back

Take me back

Time covers the distanceas the crow flies.Memories takea more circuitous route.AndDreams?They do butglimmer and fade like fireflies. Take me backto that moment –the one right beforemy expectationswere about to be met. Take me back to that dream –the one right before I knewall dreams are  […]

Grief in the time of Corona

Grief in the time of Corona

You are gone, my friend. A hundred thousand deaths in the US alone and my heart breaks only for you. You see I knew you. I knew your face. Your winsome face, open like a book — that closed when I gave you needless pain. I knew […]

In Gratitude

In Gratitude

I read 49 books in 2018.
What I have learned is
I’m happiest on my east-facing blue chair,
Mama’s silk blanket folded on my lap
gifted to me on my wedding day – a day my seasons changed.
On occasion I look up
from my Adelbayo or Ondaatje (or some other magical, mysterious name begging exploration)
to see the pear tree budding and flowering and letting go, just outside my window.
I can almost stroke her white flowers grazing the cool cheek of the pane.
And it is all I can do to say out loud
to Him
On behalf of all creators
“Thank you.”

Old Friends

Old Friends

We know each other’s stories There is not much to say but watch Ice particles garnish the stuck windowpane. I lick my fingers one by one The smell of honey mustard lingers like one who wants to stay. “More tea?” she asks with eyes half […]

Help Us Understand

Help Us Understand

When your tongue has fed voraciously on every morsel known to man and with pants rolled up, your exfoliated feet have stepped on powdered sands When your eyes are aglow with the colors of many a foreign sky and your skin radiant with potions and […]

With Love

With Love

Today is my mother’s birthday.
I count on my fingers the number of years I have been living without her presence.
Five. Hmm. I thought it was six.
Already I’m losing sight of her.
Her voice. Her peculiar expression. Somewhere between knowledge and fear.
And the exact color of her hair before the greys got in.
She is losing shape. I have trouble finding her outline – like an artist’s rendering of Ganesha on
the current spate of cards.
What I do see –
The slight tremor in my hands as I pass the hallway calendar with today’s date.
What I feel – a lump in my throat that begs explanation
What I sense – an absence in every room with or without light.

Do You Remember Dear?

Do You Remember Dear?

Now here we are in the autumn of our lives two old coots you in your sweater two sizes too small with a taste for bran muffins, crumb cake et al and I with my grey hair, skin tags, wrinkles and all not covering my […]

A Moment

A Moment

One radiant week Is all I get with you. India. I squeeze each moment Until my fingers lock, Plant it lovingly in a crevasse of blood and bone To take root and serve as memory’s flower. It is years before I see it again … […]