Dinner one night, and Tiger Dad pushes wife about the schooling. Husband: Does he know what nouns, prepositions, verbs are? Wife: Honey, you know he’s been learning the definitions. He’ll understand better as he gets older. He’s only seven. *Pause* Wife: Wait. Do YOU know what they are? Funny look. PAUSE. Husband: I know adverbs.… Read More Tiger Dad and Tiger Wife
Apart from the wondrous enlightened few, we have quite a worried bunch here. We bite our lip peering into a distant tomorrow, fret over things we can’t control. You can check out the confessions on this post if you missed them. We fear the ground giving way under our feet, of being cut off from… Read More Shame On Us
STUDENT Art A Geography A History A Latin A First Lunch A+ Math A Music A+ Phys Ed A Second Lunch A+ Public Speaking A – Reading B Science A Writing B+ TEACHER Beautician C (Can pull off a B when she crams) Dr. Mom A- Homemaker C Homeschooler A- Nutritionist A Tired, crazy… Read More Report Card
According to Malcolm Gladwell, behind the genius of high-achievers that leaves us awestruck is really just 10,000 hours of practice. Let’s see what this might look like for you as a drummer, Tennyson: You’ve put in at least 500 hours thus far. 1 hour of practice a day, 35 free days in a year –>… Read More Genius
What color is make-believe, you ask? It is the color of time that never runs out, the sun streaming over a land where children are kings and queens, It is the heart of Middle-earth The color of Cinderella’s tears, the color of beauty who loved the beast Pinocchio’s lies and the virtue of knights, the… Read More The Color of Make-Believe
At Six First bite into food. Mmmmmm. Life is good. At Six-and-a-half How many odd numbers are there? Are there more odd than even? Mom, how many people are there in the world? Mom, how old is Count Dooku? Yoda? Darth Vader? What is three minus four? What is 13-15? What is negative zero? Mommy,… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 2
When he walked in this evening, Daddy wanted to take his boy to the park. As I changed Little Man on the landing, he wrapped himself around my neck and kissed me. He smiled, “I will never let you go.” My eyes smarted. The sacred moment hurt – a swelling tight at the edges. I… Read More A Boy’s Love on the Landing
When I was not yet three years old, John Richard and Grace Elizabeth Ingram adopted me from an orphanage in southwest London. When I was four, a stroke left Dad paralysed down his left side; he died when I was 18. I can still hear the cranky squeaks of your wheelchair. And the clicking of… Read More Fathers From Around the World
So the last time I called, it was to ask the meaning of art. This time I want to talk about its source and sustenance. Would you help me through my ambivalence on this question, follow as I st r u gg le? Thinking over the things my mother worked to procure for me –… Read More Calling All Artists, Thinkers, Writers, Part 2: The Luxury of Art
I don’t remember my mother ever having the cold or flu. She must’ve had her share, especially in the sharp New York winter. She remains healthy in my memory because she never took a day off, never took a nap, never complained. Not even when the needle flew off the Singer and disappeared into her… Read More The Measure of a Woman
A Holistic Journey 