In the busyness and blur of my wedding day, apart from my husband’s ugly one-time mustache, there is one thing I remember so clearly. It was from the sermon that was preached at the service. The preacher spoke about making a home and about hospitality.
I love the idea of home. What gets me through a long or stressful day is the thought of going back home. I would describe a perfect day as a day spent at home — no plans, no agenda, just
Shoba* had a big sister she looked up to. After she hit puberty, celebrated in some cultures, she dropped out of school because her school did not have a clean washroom. She joined her big sister at her workplace. Asha* worked
As the suggested theme for this month’s posts was ‘New’, I knew exactly what I would write about. We’d been house hunting this past month. By house-hunting, I mean the man and I had made up our minds to move,
As I sit down to write this, I am on my way back from a much-awaited and much-loved vacation in India. Five weeks of sunshine, food, family and friends has sadly come to an end. I move back to the
One of my greatest concerns as a mom is how I am nurturing my kids spiritually. Thankfully my husband and I have had many wiser people go before us, and we’ve gleaned some insights from them that we are now
I was about to walk out my front door, a free woman. My husband had offered to watch the two little ones to give me an hour alone, to be spent with a book, my Bible, my journal, and hopefully
It’s been almost two months since we moved cities. This would make it my seventh city in about 32 odd years. Living in so many different places has taught me to put down my roots quickly and settle into the business