I have been remiss in posting regularly, I know. This year is quite unlike other years.  Of course.  I’m afraid it has almost become weekly ‘catch up’ posting these past days. I figure, however, better late than not. O is for Onesie. google search image Having grown up in hot tropical India, I never knew…

N is for nursery rhymes One of the most valuable gifts that my daughter received was a Mother Goose book. During her first months, I spent some nostalgic moments flipping through pages of nursery rhymes and jogging my memory.  These rhymes have certainly transformed over the years. It also definitely makes a difference if you’re…

M is for me time I never thought much of this concept, always attributing it to Ayn Rand quoting elitists. Don’t get me wrong, I admire Ayn Rand’s writing. But the idea of a completely self oriented life was never my cup of tea.  But constant thinking about another life that one is responsible for,…

L is for Laundry When we announced the birth of our daughter, we received many comments which ranged from simple congratulatory wishes to parental advice to some fun tongue in check commentary. One of them was, “welcome to the world of laundry overtime” (I’m paraphrasing, of course) The truth of it only struck when basketfuls…