life, unadulterated
Last evening, I was perusing my old website, The Dream Pedlar’s [https://thedreampedlars.com/], with the intention of transferring my posts from there, one by one, over to this new home. And I came across something special. A year and a half ago, just before D was about to
on writing
I came across a quote today on a Facebook group I had decided to stay away from for a while but couldn’t help taking a sneak peek at when this post popped up on my newsfeed. > Don’t quit. It’s very easy to quit during the first
on writing
It is quite like moving into a new home. First you bring with you the bare essentials, and you’re truly amazed at how little you really need to survive. Then, you envision how you’d fill up this vast, mostly-empty space, with all your furniture. And then your
tales for dreamers
In times of chaos, we turn to what is familiar and assuring. So I am back here now, for the first time this year, for the first time in almost a year, back to my familiar haunts. Some day I will write a story explaining everything. For now, I will
books you may love
Almost the only reason I log in to Facebook anymore (other than to publish posts on my page) is to check out the various local moms’ groups I am part of. From one such group, came a recommendation that lodged itself in my mind - books by Robert Munsch - although the
books you may love
A Day with Dad by Bo. R. Holmberg and Eva Eriksson, both Swedish creatives, is one of D’s old favourites. He hasn’t read this in weeks now although he wanted to read it today when he saw it lying on my study table (where I had taken it
books you may love
On March 2, 2019, celebrations were being held for Dr. Seuss’s 115th birthday at the Burlington Public Library. For some reason, I was quite keen to go. D is always game for a trip to the library. As part of the celebrations was a treasure hunt for children. Ten
books you may love
In 2018, for Mother’s Day, KrA gifted me Just Me and My Mom by Mercer Mayer. It is a hilarious tale of an anthropomorphic creature who goes on a day-trip to the city with his mom. They take the train to the city and visit museums, an aquarium,
life, unadulterated
The shifting of the clocks last weekend and my screwed up sleeping habits keep me awake at all odd hours and asleep at saner hours, dreaming some outlandish stuff, waking up with my chest as taut as drum skin and the sound of my heart thudding as if trapped in
books you may love
I first learnt about The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein a month or so ago when I read this article on Medium. A few days later I saw two copies of the book in the library. I wondered if I should grab one for D, then decided against it, remembering
life, unadulterated
It is that moment again. Worlds are colliding inside of me. It is as if history is repeating itself. Where I was once the child unable to make sense of the parent, I am now the parent, seeing my child be the child I once was, seeing myself feeling like
books you may love
So D has been down with the gastric flu for the past two days, which means all I need to do is hug him and lie down beside him while KrA sees to it that all our needs are met. The child is such a delight even during a bout