me, eating street corn in Lahore, circa 2006. This morning my daughter drinks mango juice; when she opens the fridge she notices it immediately and exclaims, delighted, “Juice from Nonna and Nan’abu!” because indeed, that is where my husband got … Continue reading
What do you do when you find out that the neighborhood you spent a good portion of your childhood in has been attacked by a suicide bomber? Specifically, the mosque that is the center of that neighborhood, the heart. More … Continue reading
yesterday on my way to school, a mom and her one-year old daughter got on the train at 59th street. they sat next to me, and i couldn’t get over the way that the baby was just like a slightly … Continue reading
a fellow blogger listed five things she associates with me, with the instructions that i should write an entry about those things. this is that entry. a tree grows in brooklyn. oh, one of my most favourite books ever growing … Continue reading
