Christ’s Example

I’m learning how much dramatics is involved in motherhood – if I don’t act sufficiently excited or impressed by a new fact learned or new art produced, it shuts the …

There was a time in my life when I used to enjoy watching comedy series. In fact, I used to like one or two of them so much that I…

A few posts ago, I introduced my friend Giorgia to you. For the sake of those of you who are new here, suffice to say, she is my Italian neighbor…

One of the YouTube channels I really enjoy following is called “Tiny Notes from Home”. The hosts, Bracken and Lindsey often talk about their six little boys and of the…

I baked my way through the lockdown. I baked whatever caught my fancy on the Internet. Scones and muffins, cookies and cakes, biscuits and cornbread, you name it. My husband…

Memorizing Bible verses became a way of life for me by the time I turned three. My mother diligently taught me a new verse every week. Nothing meant more to…

I first came across the short story “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry in my Math class. While the teacher wrestled with complex numbers on the blackboard, I snuck a look…

My mother’s story began in a small town in the southern state of Tamil Nadu in India. Born to staunch Hindu parents living in abject poverty, my mother did many odd…

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was on the day of my ninth birthday. I was in school wearing casual clothes, a blue and white dress, as opposed to…

Once every two years, my family would travel from Saudi to India on our annual vacation. We would usually travel around June – the beginning of the monsoon season. In…