Dark Skinned Reality
Posted on May 4, 2017 10 Comments
The child of migrant parents, I grew up walking in two worlds, fitting comfortably into neither. In the 1980s beauty role models who looked like me were non-existent in the western society my family made their home. They were equally absent in the culture of my heritage.
Flug’s Long Night
Posted on May 3, 2017 7 Comments
The first flickering fingers of dawn stretched over the horizon. Flug held his gossamer wings stiff, as a zephyr whispered through the grasses and caught his weight.
He loved summer parties, but it had been a long night and he was tired. Coasting on a steady breeze instead of flapping his wings felt like sweet relief.
H is for… home
Posted on April 11, 2017 3 Comments
H is for… home
The idea of home has always been a tricky one for me. This is a recurring theme for me (I may be a little obsessed with this notion).
G is for… good gravy, it’s cold
Posted on April 9, 2017 2 Comments
The south-west of Western Australia has some of the most stunning landscape. Every time I drive down here, there’s a visceral lightening of my load. My shoulders relax and I feel like I can breathe again.
F is for… Facebook, FaceTime and friendships far away
Posted on April 7, 2017 4 Comments
One of the truly wonderful aspects about having lived in so many different places is that you have friends who also live in many different places. I have friends who range the world over. They’re scattered from Argentina to Canada, from New Zealand to the USA, and at so many points in between.
E is for… eulogy to age
Posted on April 6, 2017 5 Comments
On the occasion of my wedding anniversary
Distant Muses
Posted on April 6, 2017 14 Comments
My feet wriggle into the comfort of earth, my soul flies amongst shimmering jewels on a midnight velvet sky. The endless possibilities of distant homes ignite my imagination, sparking poetry, so foreign to my tongue. The stars make poets of us all.
D is for… doggy breath
Posted on April 6, 2017 5 Comments
Y’all know how much I love my fur baby, Rani.
Rani has terrible doggy breath at the moment because of a build up of plaque after four months in a kennel where her food wasn’t regulated, and her teeth weren’t regularly brushed. Despite the bad breath, she’s an adorable little pup.
So for today’s post, I’m going to link you to her Facebook page. I (she) posts photos, videos and self-care tips over there. It’s a bit of silly fun in a hectic, overwhelming world.
https://www.facebook.com/ranireport/
C is for… cancer
Posted on April 4, 2017 12 Comments
Since I started this challenge with a contentious topic, I figured I might as well broach the subject of the big C. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? [peeks from behind the sofa]
Cancer. Even the word is so infused with emotions that it sits leaden and sharp in your mouth. Through its long history, it’s been imbued with the power to strike terror.
B is for… beasts, blues and border control
Posted on April 3, 2017 21 Comments
Four and a half years ago, we moved to the US. “A permanent move!” we thought. We bought a house, found the right school for the kids (which turned into the wrong school, so we had to swap schools), bought cars, and got involved in a community (several communities really, but who’s counting?).
Asha Rajan 