Over the summer, we were driving up to Atlantic City one weekend to go hang out at the beach and eat some epic Pho when Kavya started talking about bottoms. I don’t know what they’re teaching her at this daycare…
The Joy Of Eating Sugarcane!
An integral part of my childhood involved sugar cane. In Nigeria, it was the highlight of summer, and when we’d visit India, it was equally the rule of law for us to eat it wherever it was offered. On roadside stands,…
The Best Parenting Advice I Ever Got
A few weeks ago, I was on the subway with Kavya, whose curiosity would be alarming if it weren’t so charming. A man sat down next to us and, as she babbled in his direction, put down his book for…
Deciding to Go: Instead of Traveling Around Greece, We Are Going On A Babymoon to an All Inclusive Resort in the Dominican Republic. Same Thing, Really.
When Sona first brought up the idea of an all inclusive resort holiday in the Dominican Republic for our baby moon, I thought she was making one of those American jokes she sometimes makes. The ones where it’s funny because it’s true, not because it’s actually funny. So, I laugh. I quickly come around to the idea of the all-inclusive because the alternative to going to the all inclusive is to not go anywhere and sit at home.
Maybe Baby? In Response to That Ticking Clock
I should have known when I hit 30 that it would start. In fact, given that my own mother handed me that scary New York magazine cover story about freezing your eggs—you know, just in case — I should have expected it a lot sooner.
Still, considering the place that Navdeep and I are in at this moment in time, the floaty, fleeting nature of both our careers, trying to establish ourselves as writers and get published, and even just trying to figure out which coast to live on, I was hardly ready for it.
No, I’m not pregnant. But it seems like everyone around me has babies on the brain. Navdeep may not have noticed it, but while we were traveling in India, meeting new relatives, the question came up a lot. We’ve been married for about a year-and-a-half now, and by Indian standards, that’s plenty of alone time. People just didn’t seem to grasp what we’re waiting for.
Sometimes I wonder, too. After all, the proverbial clock is ticking away. And you always hear people say that there will never be a right time. But there is a such thing as a very wrong time, isn’t there?
