Truth Will Out
This month we got an unexpected peek into the mind of an incumbent Republican senator and 2008 presidential hopeful. At a campaign rally, surrounded by a nearly
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Notes on Accounting, Swimming, and Comedy
It is 3 a.m. on a cool August night in Chicago. I am sitting on a 10-foot-high lifeguard chair that overlooks Lake Michigan. As far as I can see, I am the only
The Beaten Path
MISTRESS by Anita Nair. St. Martin’s Griffin, August 2006. Paperback, 428 pages. $14.95. Anita Nair’s third novel, Mistress, is unlike The Better Man (2000)
Sonu Nigam: Koi Tumsa Nahin!
Look out, film music lovers, as versatile singer Sonu Nigam returns to the stage in California, and other favorite spots around the country. The famous singer p
Environmental Activism Begins at Home
When Americans try something new, they act as if no one else in the whole wide world has ever thought of it before. So a guy named Michael Pollan has written a
Global TiEs
TiE (www.tie.org) was founded in 1992, in Silicon Valley, by a group of successful entrepreneurs, executives, and professionals with roots in the Indus region.
Grace Amid Apocalypse
It was the sixth continuous day of unbearable, sticky heat last summer, the third day of a heat wave of 100-degree plus temperature and humidity of 80 percent.
Alpine Flavors
In first grade I read my first book ever—Heidi by Johanna Spyri. It was a story of an orphan who lives with her grandfather in the Swiss Alps. As I looked at
Quest for Money
Q: My parents migrated to the United States from Bangladesh when I was 10 and now I am in my late 30s. My parents grew up quite poor and always strived to be mo
Tea Country
"Kurseong." “You would enjoy every moment of your stay in this quaint town; be our guest.” An afternoon long-distance call had me thinking. I had heard of K
Impractical Pursuits
Ladies and gentlemen, an unexpected announcement: Vijai Nathan, gifted South Asian stand-up comic, is, in fact, a woman. “As you may know, Vijai is a man’s
What, Me Marry?
Slap, slap, slap. Those sound effects are for the hair color and exfoliating mask she’s slapped on. And through it all she squints, peers at me, and says, “
