It is nine in the evening somewhere, and at least once a day, that somewhere is Paris. I acknowledge the passing moment by pouring a glass of pinot noir and swirling it thoughtfully as I stare at the expectant suitcase sprawled on the inviting bed. I make a silent toast.
Che Che wasn't always so lucky in connecting with her bosses. One day, she was at home when her employer Mimi (whose name has been changed on Che Che's request) returned with her 10-month-old son from a day in the park.
y acting as if we've got this equality thing down, we do ourselves a disservice. Keeping these issues clear is the only way to overcome our inherent tendency to judge, which in turn drowns out more voices.
The idea that I was impure for a natural function, one that half the population experienced, was odious. I just kept thinking, this is some DUMB old rule written by DUMB old men.But this belief was at odds with other beliefs I also held. I was a guest in my aunt's house.
I still have flashbacks of water not coming out of the faucet, constantly needing to clean to stop ants or other things that became habit. Most of my sentences start with, "In Botswana..." The change is hard.
I was blown away by how sometimes I am so absorbed in getting frustrated at my outlook being too slow, or my BlackBerry freezing, and how there is a total opposite way to live full of appreciating the little things in life and being happier than ever doing so.