One of the trickiest balances to get in teaching children art is the one between direction and imposition; between mastery and the imagination. I remember dissolving into tears in 3rd grade over [...]

Probably the only good thing about dying young is that you go out in a blaze of glory, accomplishment and the promise of great things still to happen. Nobody is tired of you yet; you have not [...]

Stories are the cornerstone of all human understanding. We make sense of the world and of new information through stories – how did these same things happen to other people? How did they [...]

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 [...]