Daguerreotypist
MY RECENT POSTS
- Attempts at alleviation
April 30, 2012 04:20PM - "I'm a woman, you're my boss.
Can I hold your hand?"
April 04, 2012 09:08AM - "Which way is home?": the
dilemma of longing and
belonging
January 13, 2012 08:05AM - Oh, Santa! Where art thou?
December 15, 2011 03:55AM - I am who I am: children and
gender identity (in life &
art)
December 08, 2011 06:05PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I loved reading this. My
mother has three daughters,
and
following the death of
m…”
May 08, 2012 12:33PM - “I almost cry every time
I hear Joan Baez' Diamonds and
Rust.
Also, there's this
I…”
April 30, 2012 04:26PM - “Thanks for bringing this
to us, Jennifer. It's sad,
and
terrible, but not
nearly…”
April 04, 2012 09:40AM - “This is lovely, and
reminds me of all the
emotional turmoil I
put my
parents thro…”
April 04, 2012 09:35AM - “Always lovely to read
your descriptions, Alysa. And
while the
specific emotion
yo…”
April 04, 2012 09:25AM
Neha Kamdar's Links
Alleviate: verb (with object), make (suffering, deficiency, or a problem) less severe.
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There is a house in the town of Udaipur, in Rajashthan, India. A prosperous house, occupied by an elderly couple. They have two sons, the older lived in Tokyo then, and the younger in Mumbai. The couple… Read full post »
"I'm a woman, you're my boss. Can I hold your hand?"
"It's really cold in this room," she said.
"Turn the heater on," he replied.
"Oh, the heater's on, but it makes no difference."
"Well, then I don't know what else you can do."
She brushed her hand against his, as he continued to stare at the computer screen.
"Oh, wow! Your… Read full post »
"Which way is home?": the dilemma of longing and belonging
There is a place in this world I knew to be home. That place is still what it used to be. But I have changed.
A little over five years ago, I stepped out of Terminal 5 at O'Hare International Airport, into a chilly September morning that had barely stirred awake.… Read full post »
Oh, Santa! Where art thou?
Christmas gets me feverishly excited. I won't even bother trying to explain why, because everytime I try - even just to myself - my words come out as an untidy bunch of hokum. Ever since I can remember, though, come December, I would begin scouring the shops on my way to… Read full post »
I don't remember how old Saira* was when this happened, but the child could have been no more than six or seven. I was in middle school then, so I must have been 12. Saira was in primary school, a kid almost everyone in school knew by name. I didn't envy… Read full post »
'In Another Lifetime' at the 31st San Francisco Jewish Film
When it comes to accounts of the holocaust, there can never be too many stories. There can never be too many accounts of memory, or too many artistic renditions of it. There can perhaps never be too many books, novels, and films. Every once in a while,
… Read full post »
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