ArchivesJune, 2012

My dearest, oldest, bestest friend (outside of my family) was born on June 21st in 1957. We didn’t meet until ten years later and our friendship did not get off to a flying start. She was the acknowledged “smartest girl” in my new fifth grade class and I was planning to take her on. We Continue Reading →

Drs Jiten and Indu Kalhan have been friends of the Foundation for as long as we have existed. It was through them that Moy Moy came into our lives and for that alone we owe them a lifetime of gratitude. But they are so generous in so many ways that the gratitude stays current and Continue Reading →

It turns out that countries are built by ordinary people, emboldened by, and on fire with, extraordinary ideas. Ideas like integrity, justice and dignity. People like Anu Aga, Kiran Datar and Ravi Chopra. I had all three of them together in one room this weekend and let me tell you: that much intelligence, that much Continue Reading →

“So who won?” one of our guests asked. She had arrived late and the show was already over. “Won?” I asked, confused. “I know!” she agreed. “I was shocked. Latika Vihar and a COMPETITION???” “But it wasn’t!” I said. “It was a talent SHOW.” “See?” I said. “It says so right there!” And so it Continue Reading →

Miracle Not the one who takes up his bed and walks But the ones who have known him all along And carry him in — Their shoulders numb, the ache and stoop deeplocked In their backs, the stretcher handles Slippery with sweat. And no let-up Until he’s strapped on tight, made tiltable And raised to Continue Reading →

My sister and our Dad visited the house we grew up in today. Lucy sent me this photo of the front hall and four dozen more of the rest of it – the bedrooms, the living rooms, the library, the kitchen, the garden – since first seeing them this morning, I have been in a Continue Reading →

I’ve lost more things than I could possibly list. I am careless. I leave things lying around. I never count my money so I have no idea how much should be in my wallet. I remove my earrings in the living room and leave them beside the phone, or I wander into  the bathroom and Continue Reading →

Sometimes, I imagine how a famous person might handle a disability in their lives. Julia Roberts and a son with Autism. President Obama and a daughter with Cerebral Palsy. Bill Gates and a kid with Down Syndrome. I imagine their glamorous lifestyles, their meetings with others like themselves – rich, illustrious, ensconced – their elegant Continue Reading →