Parwatisingari's Weblog

Category: bringing up mother

  • Hice chores. Heavens above! How smashing!

    I am like Joan Rivers, I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again!! But I love a clean house. Know something I did not find the elves anywhere. To organize myself one thing I did was dividing my housework and putting…

  • Ah pleid guilty.

    We The People Rapes galore Violence Road pops. It I was to deal with this like an epidemic I would look at the etiology, actually the bad news is it is genetic. Dr.Anasari from the pediatric forensic cell of Californian jail will say so with all the research document, but one does not really need…

  • Estranged from myself.

      Urvi has walked the earth 40yrs, today. Yet the excitement of a birthday is still there. God knows why. Of course her father, would no more call her, “tring tring” She looked at it with a smile on her face, her mother. “Uri, I want you to go to the school, and find out…

  • School … and peace prevails.

    I am looking at all those back to school articles. Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation.  If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.  ~Erma Bombeck ask my kids they’ll vouch for its verity. A friend of mine was envying  …

  • Summer stories.

    Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.–Saul Bellow Sugarcane field near Bromo (Indonesia 2009) Summer memories that bring a smile on my face. there are so many, the high light of it all was unfailingly the 11th of April year after year in those magical years as child, before…

  • A Hairy-tales Fairy tale ending.

    … Truly, the end of my hairy tale. Indeed, all of 45years, and I am the walking hoarding that says, God made a few perfect heads and covered the rest with hair, of course the crab helped me achieve the perfection. Jokes apart, my hair-raising tale began as far away in time as my early…