A pencil changed my life forever. I was in eighth grade sharing a class with sixty other students. Sixty students and one teacher – that is the student-teacher ratio in an average Indian classroom. Mrs. Poornima Kumar, our English teacher, commanded utmost respect even among us unruly adolescents. Always impeccably dressed in her...
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When I sat down at the computer this morning, I remembered my college days, tap-tapping out reports on my old Smith Corona typewriter. And then I envisioned the maple desk it sat on. I hadn’t thought of that desk in years.
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My dad carried me up the narrow winding staircase to my bedroom. I had left home weighing all of ninety pounds, but with this plaster of paris body cast, I was a real load.
read moreMarlene’s Mid-Life Diary We all need encouragement. Having a friend who understands my path and is walking a similar one alongside me, is truly a blessing. From the moment I saw her and heard her speak, I thought Beth and I were l sisters of the heart. Knowing her and having her friendship has made my transition to a new place...
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