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The Room in their Hearts
A bone thin, wide-eyed little girl tapped on the window of Rebecca Sullivan’s Honda CRV and signaled for food by touching her fingers to her lips. Rebecca felt a tug in her heart.But the scene was...
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The Swell Hitting
Yesterday afternoon I was crouched on my hands and knees, picking up bits of food from the kitchen floor that Isabel had either dropped or thrown. As I stood up, I banged my head directly into the door...
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Watermelon Wishes
When the blade of the knife hit the cutting board, releasing a mist of intoxicating watermelon fragrance, I was no longer a mom in Mumbai chopping up fruit with the maid. I was a skinny thirteen year...
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One Fine Thursday
Today was one of those days that made me love my life, just as it is. I loved being a mom. I loved being in Mumbai. I loved being able to stay home with Isabel and do whatever I feel like doing. In...
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Fish Fetish
Here are Isabel's new fishy friends: Big Fish, Yellow Fish, Orange Fish, Red Fish, and Blue Fish. Not all that creative, but we are keeping it simple. Isabel is only one year old, you know. :)Big Fish...
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In Love with Isabel
This evening as Martin was taking his post-work shower, I sat in the bathroom and told him about Isabel's latest tricks and antics:Isabel started the day by deliberately dropping a toy fish into the...
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Heart and Sole
Here's a plus to living in Mumbai: Pedicures with all the scrubs and soaks and unidentifiable pink gunk and lotions and pretty polishes you want or can handle for $6.00. As I sat in my comfy chair with...
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The Shape Sorter
We spent seventeen days in Denmark for Christmas and New Year's. Martin and I could not keep from proclaiming how amazingly clean it was there. And how organized! And how not smelly! In Copenhagen we...
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New Beginnings
New Year's is my least favorite holiday. I realize such a statement makes me sound incredibly boring- who doesn't want an annual excuse to wear crazy hats, explode fireworks, and drink until you puke?...
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Monsooner or later?
Southern India has two main climates: hot or hot and wet. When we arrived in Mumbai at the end of steamy May, Mumbaikkers were already eager for their shirts to be soaked with rain instead of sweat....
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On Bread Alone
Whenever you want to go somewhere in Mumbai, you're bound to spend a lot of time in the car. Today I clocked in 2.5 hours in traffic just to cover a combined distance of about 25 kilometres. An entire...
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Hello, Dolly
Just about every day, I've been taking Isabel to the day care room in the club next to our hotel. It gives me a little break from being a mommy, and there are lots of toys for Isabel to enjoy. (A...
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Home Sweet Home
Thirty-eight apartment viewings later, we finally have a place to call home. Yesterday, one of our real estate agents, a kind Indian man with a puffy pompadour, came to our hotel so we could sign a...
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Gumshoe Hotel
When I was a little girl I loved Nancy Drew. In fact, I wished I was strawberry blond, just like Nancy, and I wished I had friends named Bess and George, just like Nancy. Most of all, I thought it...
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Apartments and Rickshaws
Apartment hunting in Mumbai is not an easy task. The asking price does not necessarily correlate with the quality of the flat, which is why we have viewed almost forty apartments already. (My theory on...
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So, what's it like?
The first thing an expat or traveler does when they arrive in a new country is compare and contrast, compare and contrast. They make comments like, "Wow, it's a lot cheaper here than in Denmark!" or...
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Bella Isabel
One thing that amazes me about Indian people is how they are totally baby crazy. I read about a cultural love for little ones before I came here, but I wasn't prepared for the level of enthusiasm about...
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What's in a name
Something lovely happened yesterday. An older Indian woman knocked on my door to replace the freshly cut flowers in our hotel room. She came in and snipped eleven cheerful blossoms from long,...
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How to Eat a Mango
The first food I ate in India was a fresh, sliced mango. Sweet and tart, melt-in-your-mouth mango. With the first piece still on my tongue, I said to Martin, "These mangoes must be from heaven." The...
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