Both of my parents were born in small villages in Rajasthan, India. They were married young joining together two families that would one day become mine and my sister’s. My mother has four brothers and sisters and my father, five. Between them my sister and I have four aunts, five uncles and twenty-four first cousins. […]
The streets of India speak of time moving forward and time standing still. Of moving fast and moving slow. They speak of beauty and ruin. Of light and darkness. Of youth and wisdom. Of new and old. They speak of wanting and having. And whisper. Of the beginning and the end.
Rakesh is my father’s eldest brother’s son. He is the youngest of three, the only son. His sisters are Nita and Shilpa and his wife is Anu. They are my first cousins and she is my sister-in-law. But in India they are my sisters. And he is my brother. I remember when I was small, […]
the agent asked for my passport and my visa that was the first sign then, the sound of their voices speaking in english, dutch, french and hindi that was the second of crossing borders and international travel of leaving home and coming back to another it has been almost two days but we have now […]
Often, I feel as if I cannot keep up. With all of the people. And the experiences of the Pfister. But within the day-to-day, there are always those moments that stay with you. And intersect with your life in unexpected ways. I was recently asked to be interviewed for a radio series called “I am […]
“By the time you see a dandelion plant it is well established. There is always a new generation waiting.” Molly Snyder finds dandelions beautiful. Dandelions. It is not what I expected her to say when she was here at the Pfister, her hand in mine. I was drawing on her with my henna cone and […]