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Isn’t it just by accident of birth that some geographical location becomes “yours"? Should one care more about the cause of humanity than the idea of nationalism?
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I visited my past while rummaging through some drawers in my parents' house, laughing and crying sitting in this time machine.
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It's been two years since I inhaled pollution-filled air or tasted dust on my lips. That said, it's good to be back home.
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What started as a non-threatening debate grounded in mirth took a life of its own when I posted it on this public forum. Friends, near and far, old and new, real and virtual, chimed in on IM, through e-mail, and in person to share their two cents about the gender of dahi (yogurt).
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We've had a raging debate in our house for years about the gender of dahi (yogurt). Today I take this domestic dispute to a public forum and ask native Hindi speakers to weigh in. Dahi hota hai ya dahi hoti hai?
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Is karma or the notion of reaping what you sow in this lifetime just a fallacy?
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When I started researching my discomfort with disabilities, my approach was laden with assumptions, stereotypes and prejudices. As I waded through texts on disability studies, I began to realize the complexity and depth of the issues involved. But it was meeting and talking with people that brought the issues to life. Books analyzed the...
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Now that you’ve read Part1 — my difficulty dealing with the idea of having a disabled child (which really was about my issues with disabilities); Part 2 — Nancy’s journey of adapting to a life on a wheelchair; and Part 3 — Bette’s constant struggle with diabetes, here is a look at some other...
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Read Part 1 and Part 2 before continuing this non-fiction account of these two women who showed me what it’s like to live a disabled life surrounded by “normal” people. —————— The “milder” disability Bette is a singer and songwriter, a registered nurse, a mother of three, and a music therapy student. She is...
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Read part 1 of this non-fiction account here, then get a cup of tea or coffee and cozy up with your preferred mobile or desktop device. This isn’t going to be one of those fast reads. ———– First Encounters The first time I saw Nancy standing was when I attended her physical therapy class....
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