Calendar Launch

It’s that time of year again. This year, the calendar was dedicated to my Mom and we had a special guest for the launch. Dad came along to the all-staff meeting we had at KV and spoke movingly of how happy Mom would have been to see the work the school is doing. This is […]

Shaila Brijnath: Force of Nature

Don’t be fooled by the pensive look. She’s just waiting for the right moment to pounce. When she decides she’s had enough or that you aren’t making any sense or that – God forbid – someone is messing with one of “her” kids, watch out. Shaila is a force to be reckoned with. Thank God […]

Bridget Clay

If you think Bridget looks golden, a little sparkly and shining, you’re right. It’s new love (his name is Sarfraz) and it makes her bewitching and delightful to all of us older, more experienced types whose loves are more measured but no less deep. It also makes her just a little hard to get on […]

Calendar Crazy

I have always gone to Delhi for the calendar – Shalini and I sit for hours and hours with the guys in what I have always thought of as the “press” – now I see that was just the beginning. What we did was to sit with the guys in the first stage of the […]

Secrets

Oh, the hectic inner lives of children! Who knows what they are saying, what they are thinking, what they are revealing and what they are still holding inside?  I love to watch them, just to remind myself of how spacious and textured their landscapes really are, how deeply they care and how closely they observe. […]

Inclusion

Nobody ever said inclusion was easy. My nephews, Owen and Enzo, attended Karuna Vihar for the six weeks they were here in India. Most of the time, it was a good experience (though it was still school, as far as they were concerned. They preferred Latika Vihar, our afternoon children’s centre.) The  activity-based learning approach […]

Mom, one more time

Spare Every Expense, Except One: My Mother’s Obituary Jo McGowan When my mother, Patricia McGowan, died in late June, we chose the cheapest coffin for her burial. The funeral director brought the glossy album of possibilities for us to leaf through and without even glancing at it, I told him, “Mom would want the plainest, […]

Reading Poetry and Sharing Photos with Moy Moy

I just discovered this little album of photographs while cleaning out my closet. It’s full of pictures of Moy Moy, Cathleen and Anand when they were small – and Moy enjoys going through them with us, remembering the old days and laughing (sometimes) about how cute she and her sibs were.(Sometimes she just looks stern.) […]