Category: Musings
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Hey mom! How are you?
Rushing back to my seat after a mid day break to visit my dentist, I spied this colleague who joined the company around the same time I did. We never really worked together but were loosely part of the same group. From shy smiles we transitioned to waves and talking about the weather over the…
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Hair today gone tomorrow
In the few hours before bed when it is my habit to aimlessly browse the internet, I was lurking on trans-racial adoption boards to gain insight on how to care for hair unlike my own. Thread after thread dealt with braiding and hair care products for African hair. Fascinated, I read until I was too…
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Stirrings of unrest
Taking a break from the document I was working on, I noticed the instant messenger blink. Coffee? queried the green font. OK! I replied, glad to take a break and ambled along coffee cup in hand to the rather pleasant lunch room our building boasts. Settling in on one of those high bar stools, my…
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Of all the paths we could have been on
Driving back late last night from a round of grocery shopping, I leaned back and let out a sigh of contentment. The road we were on seemed metaphorical. I turned around in the darkness and watched the gentle heave of tiny bodies as they slept. It is in the everyday moments like these that profound…
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What is your thing?
Mixing a bowl of Cheerios bright and early this morning before the girls got ready for daycare, I sat them in their high chairs and turned the TV on. Little Bill was playing and as I fed the kids, I was drawn into the simple tale of a boy trying to find this ‘thing’. He…
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The birth of a father
Enjoying a rare hour of solitude this Sunday evening, I pushed back on the recliner and logged in to work mentally rueing the fact that the ability to get to work on a Sunday now feels like relaxation. Before I knew it, the hour was up and I hear the garage rattle its way open…
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The place of understanding
Phone cradled between my ear and neck, I stirred a creamy concoction of butter, milk and cheese all the while listening to a broken soul on the other end. My chitappa, voice breaking, was trying to make sense of the loss in his life. As I held on even if just in silence I realized…
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Quantifying parenthood!
Pre Kay and Cee, weekends looked like this: 8:30 – 9:00 – Wake up possibly 9:30 – 1:00 – Cook and eat if in the mood else go out 1:00 – 6:30 – Kill time (TV/Books/MBA) 6:30 – 10:00 – Browse, eat, call up friends 10:00 – 11:00 – Try to sleep Post Kay and…
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Of wire baskets and steel boxes
Drawing up a list of stuff to get before Kay and Cee start ‘school’ over the next couple of weeks, I stopped when I got to the lunch supplies. Bag? Check. Box? Boxes?? I went off on a tangent looking at Target and Wal-Mart online to see what was available. Browsing through pages of Dora…
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Sachets of memories
Reaching a good half hour before my class started one week this month, I decided to actually open and read the chapter to be discussed that day. It dealt with marketing strategies for international locations and why some work and some do not. I was engrossed in the lesson when I spied an example that…