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The not told story of Kashmir

I met this man who runs a shop filled with exquisite wares from Kashmir. He has lived in San Francisco for 16 years and I told him I too had lived in San Francisco for 16 years. He said in a few years he would return home and so I asked him about home and told him how I long to travel to India but now that I have a young son, I might wait…

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Gotta get the rabbit

Caught up with another friend over a glass of champagne and some tasty tapas and we revisited a conversation we had had in depth a few years ago as we were on a road trip together. Nothing has changed. I told her about a comment T made the other day where she was referring to a friend’s husband and said, “They have problems because he works all the time.” Gadzooks. I likened my friend and…

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Men On Pause

Caught up with a friend for our once a year download of what is going on. She’s a year older than me so we’re both sort of going through similar milestones. She said Raquel Welch has written about menopause, calling it Men On Pause, as the libido just sort of dissolves into the ether after 50 (and dear readers this doesn’t mean 50 year olds don’t enjoy sex anymore, it means sex is not top…

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Yay, the journey!

I was speaking to this guy today who was just one of those people you instantly connect with and we were quickly trading life stories and it turns out his father was 50 when he had him. And he said having older parents was great, although his dad died when he was 17 years old. I showed him photos of Tin and he said he would teach T how to blow dry my hair if…

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The after Fest

I couldn’t figure out why the lines were so long at the airport this morning then I remembered, Monday after Jazz Fest. Standing in line to board the plane this morning, the woman in front of me reeked of alcohol and couldn’t find her boarding pass. The woman in back of me was still wearing her LL Bean rubber boots coated with Jazz Fest mud. The guy standing off to the side was wearing a…

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My feather channel

Last Friday, the first day of Jazz Fest, the Weather Channel said 30% chance of showers moving to a 60% chance in the evening with severe thunderstorms expected on Saturday and an 80% chance of rain. Before I stepped outside the birds were screaming as if someone was pulling their feathers off one at a time. Heidi, who is skittish with storms, didn’t want to leave the house and kept trying to run in someone…

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There is a word for it and it is called hope

I traveled to Houston and then to San Francisco today and overheard a thousand and one conversations. There were two conversations I kept overhearing – one was the young parents jockeying multiple toddlers and infants and the other was the older parents talking about their children’s post college plans. You know how people are, and I’m no different, you look at the world and try to find your place in it and of course, as…

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