Do you remember those early days of the pandemic?
How uncertain were those times — how unfamiliar the deserted streets. Covid-19 had precipitated our world into the unknown. Most countries had issued stay-at-home orders, closed schools and non-essential business, imposed international travel restrictions.
Despite the disruption of our lives, we…
Did you read the sign
Your nostrils flare
Eyes move sideways
You won’t look
Pretend nobody’s there
Throw a coin
Yet lay the blame
At their lame shoes
Whose feet should not stray
Into your street
Nor uproot the ambience
A Personal Message from Malala greeted me when I opened my Inbox on Sunday morning.
(Malala Yousafzai is the activist who survived a Taliban assassination attempt in 2012.)
“Wow!” I thought. “She’s reacted to my essay about Afghanistan I published on Medium.”
Once I opened said email, I saw the…
Afghanistan is in crisis — the economy is on the verge of collapse, as are health and other government services. People can’t withdraw money from banks, while others are selling their personal items on the streets or begging. …
I didn’t write his name down when I caught him playing the piano on a TV news channel.
“You’ll remember that.” my puffed-up little ego whispered in my hippocampus.
Well, of course I forgot — couldn’t even remember which TV channel!
With such scant clues, I had zero chance of…
Helen Suzman (1917–2009) was born to Samuel and Frieda Gavronsky, both immigrants from Eastern Europe who had come to South Africa to escape the restrictions imposed on Jews by Russia.
In 1953, Suzman won a seat representing the United Party, who’d been defeated in 1948 by the Nationalist Party —…
I’ll leave you in the dark, just as they did — only I won’t charge you thousands of dollars to learn nothing. I’m offering it for free!
People assume because I’m a septuagenarian, I know more about life than most people.
86% of the global population is younger…
I want my hair to flow like a river
Stream over my shoulders
A natural caress of tresses
As the wind curls and
No more short, sharp,
Shiftless days with no blow-drying
Exposed to the morning light
I yearn for longer hair
A perilous journey to…
Why do you race ahead of me?
I learned to read you as a child
With no idea of when or where
Your hands would take me
Your numbers one to twelve
Toll the bells of seconds
Mark the march of minutes
While regiments of hours…