The history of disability is a history of courage. How could it be otherwise?  People accustomed to living on the margins of society have less to lose than most. They notice more and they are [...]

With my father and two dear elderly friends dying in the past month, I’m thinking a lot about end-of-life care. Living in India, this report does nothing to reassure me. In a White Paper [...]

This is a story within a story and you need to know both of them to get the whole picture. Let’s start with Gia. I met her while walking with Moy Moy one afternoon. She approached us [...]

After he realized he wasn’t cut out to be a priest (that’s a whole different story, for a very different day), my father decided to open a bookstore. And he tried bravely to make a go [...]

My Dad died on August 1st. Death has all sorts of approaches. It hits you like a tidal wave the moment it happens, then sucks you down like quicksand as you meet other people who loved him too. [...]

Three days ago, I posted here about my fight to become Moy Moy’s legal guardian. As a foreigner, I am, it appears, ineligible under Indian law, in spite of being Moy Moy’s mother and [...]

On Thursday I attended a meeting at the Dehradun District Magistrate’s office. As one of the city’s prominent organizations for people with disability, we were asked to be present at [...]

“If you never have, you should. These things are fun and fun is good.” ~ Dr Seuss One of the questions we are so often asked at Latika Vihar and Karuna Vihar is “Don’t you [...]

Everywhere I go, I hear the same thing: “We can’t find staff. Where are all the good people, the qualified people, the people who can write, think creatively, analyze?” It’s the same all over the [...]