Today marks one year since we launched the Kickstarter campaign which funded Calcutta is My Mother. Michael, Director of the film, and I went to HS together in Portland, OR. We hadn't seen each other in about 17 years when we exchanged a few messages on Facebook about a recent trip he'd made to India. I had barely started … Continue reading Kickstarting a Tiny Force
Since returning from Calcutta 40 days ago, I've spent hours upon hours writing. I've barely slept and I have the dark circles and serial yawning syndrome to prove it. My evening routine begins with cozy time with my little one; I'll read more books than we initially agreed upon and allow even more sips of water before finally … Continue reading The First Forty.
I'm terrible about unpacking after returning from a trip. Always have been. Terrible. Embarrassingly so. I've been home from Calcutta for about 2 weeks and this is an actual snapshot of the space where my suitcase, backpack and a pile of odds and ends have come to reside; hopefully not permanently. Albeit a small glimpse of the … Continue reading Unpacking…
Currently, I am in Calcutta on the 35th anniversary of the day I left as an infant. It is a day which represents a devastating loss and a beautiful gain. On June 10th, 1980 I was lifted out of one world and transported into another. I'm processing the loss and the gain on the same ground where … Continue reading 35.
I've found my time in Calcutta to be a far greater challenge than I could have anticipated. It's been peaceful and unsettling; fulfilling, revealing and shocking. My emotions have soared as high as pure delight and joy and have fallen as low as deep devastation leaving me increasingly distraught at times. There are moments of lightness but the … Continue reading Into My City…
Today is the day. I'm heading back to Calcutta for the first time since I left nearly 35 years ago as an infant. I'm feeling incredibly nervous, fearful, excited, leery and thankful. I still cannot believe I'm about to embark on this journey. Having the crew here for the past few days has been really wonderful; … Continue reading Taking the L E A P . . .
Confession No. 2 (read confession no. 1 here) I once noticed the ring I had received from my late grandmother was missing from my finger. My darling husband and I searched the floor, the garbage, drawers and drains for hours. It was gone; but not forever... I later found it at the bottom of a … Continue reading Confessions of a Chubby Girl | No. 2 The Glass is Half Full