6.15, says the kitchen clock. The sun is just lighting up the skies. I slide some butter on the hot pan, the sizzle sounding loud in the early morning quiet. I put in slices of bread quietening the sizzle, then turn the flame down and head off to wake the children. I find H sleeping …
A few Sundays back H and I happened to sit down together to watch Scent of a Woman. The film is about the relationship between Charlie, a young student and an old cantankerous ex-armyman played by Al Pacino. I won’t go into the entire story but what caught our attention was Charlie’s dilemma. At school …
Sample this conversation here: H: May I sleep in your room today? Me: Why? H: Because I get the best sleep there. (The real reason is perhaps because his room is messy and he’s too lazy to clear it). Me: Nope, you’re thirteen and you need to learn to be independent. H: But mama India …
The maid has just left. The house smells of Colin and Lizol – fresh, inviting. As I step out into the balcony, the sky is thick with clouds, the air redolent with the promise of rain. It’s a beautiful day and I feel ‘settled’ like I haven’t felt in a long time. If you were …
*I solemnly swear that all instances quoted in the piece below are absolutely true. No really, it’s all true.* N was down with loose motions and I was just back from the medical store. I stood in the lower basement waiting with my thoughts on my girl hoping she’d have been fine in my absence …
When Emira is wrongly accused of kidnapping her baby=sitting charge her relationship with the child’s mother takes a rather strange turn. A wonderfully layered book on race and class and privelege by Kiley Reid.
