Mail From Home
November 18, 2008
Dad was once a champion letter writer. He could churn them out by the dozen, and he never forgot a birthday or an anniversary. When
Dad was once a champion letter writer. He could churn them out by the dozen, and he never forgot a birthday or an anniversary. When
Moy Moy turned 19 today and, as always, it was a special day of celebration and reflection. She woke earlier than usual, smiling and beaming.
“Jo,” Dad asked on Saturday morning. “When could you take me to get a haircut? It’s just driving me crazy it’s so long.” It was
Sometimes it’s fun to just go for a walk and see what there is to see. Since we didn’t celebrate Diwali this year because of
A long time ago, I promised a photo of Dehradun’s version of the “Grassy Knoll”. This is the best I can do. It’s hard to
I first met Fr Charles in my parish church in Dehradun. Good sermons are hard to come by here and I invariably get excited when
I know there is little to say now about this man’s historic victory, but I still have to add my voice to the choir. I
Funny thing about Moy Moy. She’s a typical teen, and loves the phone. Provided, that is, that it’s her sister Cathleen on the other end.
