Notes from an almost-empty-nester
If you’ve been a visitor here you’ll know I’m a bit of an obsessive mom (duh!) and an obsessive reader.
But there’s more. Today I am digging out, from my deep dark past, ten things you probably didn’t know about me.
Continue reading “I, Me, Myself”
Once, at a Litfest, my friend and I were attending a session and the speaker asked the audience, ‘How many of you are writers?’ My friend had just signed a contract for her very first book and her hand shot up almost on its own.
I however, found myself hesitating. ‘Am I writer?’ A journalist, yes. An editor, yes. But a writer?
Continue reading “If I stopped being a writer”
‘Let’s get some flower pots inside,’ says N, in preparation for her birthday when she wants everything to look pretty.
She’s the only other person in the family who even notices said flower pots. Though calling them that is a bit of a euphemism given that most of them are flowerless greens. With my very limited gardening skills, all I can realistically aim for is keeping even these alive and healthy. When the occasional peace lily shows up there is much celebration.
Continue reading “A little bit of green”
A few months back I re-started going to the gym. If you’ve known me for a while you know how much of a gym person I used to be. However it had been over five years since I stepped into one so I was careful not to overdo things that first day.
Continue reading “Day and night and a matter of perspectives”
I’ve never had a love for numbers despite being a Math graduate. Even now finance remains a greyish area. All through my working years, investment meant just FDs. Had I been a tad more finance savvy I would have looked at other investment instruments.
Continue reading “Moms and mutual funds”