My first thought was that he must be very hot. Black jeans, black denim jacket, black baseball cap. And sitting in a black wheelchair, in full sun. The whiteness of his big sneakers and of the T-shirt visible through the open front of his jacket was dazzling. There was no one with him. Despite the [...]
Archive for August, 2009
Loss of control
Posted in Moments on August 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The perils of being the people
Posted in Being the people on August 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve come to the conclusion that if I have not settled down to the day’s major activity by 9:30 am, I’m doomed. The day is destined to fritter away and disappear through my fingers. Nine thirty may seem to many like still early in the day, but no, really, it isn’t. You see, it’s half [...]
Me me me
Posted in Writing on August 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A few weeks ago, there was an article in the New York times about a new book that irked me. A Caucasian woman who spent some time in India and studied Hindi has written about her experiences. I’ve no problem with that, of course. I am, I’ll admit, jealous to some extent. Of the publication [...]
