For the twenty-four months that I was in graduate school I struggled to complete reading assignments. I labeled myself lazy. I was convinced I lacked discipline when it felt impossible to read more than three or four pages at a time. The truth was I struggled to...
I’m like that kid in The Sixth Sense. Except instead of seeing dead people, I smell cigarette smoke. Now and again, even when the nearest smoldering cancer stick is miles away, I’ll feel the tease of a phantom, acrid odor. When I mentioned this to my doctor during a...
Seventeen years after the French brothers Louis and Auguste Lumiere showed six short films at Mumbai’s Watson’s Hotel (Esplanade Mansion) in 1898, and twelve years before Eisenstein’s masterpiece Battleship Potemkin, there was Dadasaheb Phalke’s Raja Harishchandra, a...
There are a few new buzz words in town: “active couch potato” and “organic mover.” Just when we were becoming comfortably smug in our daily workout research has thrown a monkey wrench in our Pilates Reformer. It turns out that our herculean effort to ensure the...
There are wonderful benefits to the single life. And for many years I have enjoyed those benefits. Keeping my own schedule. Having the full duvet to wrap around me at night. Arguing with no one over the remote control. Occasionally allowing the hair on my legs to...
