SUNDAY FLEA MARKET
I have been waiting to go to the flea market since February. The weather just wasn’t good enough. Not on weekends! So we ended up spending a lot of rainy days in the McDonald’s playspace. I know, I know. Finally,…
ALL NATURAL, NO WORRIES
These are my beautiful natural soaps that I just received in the mail. I just had to take a photo -they look so pretty in their little cloth packaging. And they are handmade. The scent that I am in love…
THE MAHOGANY IN OUR BACKYARD
Our beautiful deck is finished. Let me tell you the whole story. It all starts a few months ago, when we moved into our new home. It is a house that we loved from the moment we walked in, a…
INDIAN FARMERS COMMIT SUICIDE, AMERICAN FARMERS DIE OF CANCERS: SHOULD WE WORRY?
All our food will be owned by one company. Monsanto. As Barbara Kingsolver was putting it in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, God somehow lost the contract he had on free food. The genetic diversity of our food will be reduced to…
THE STORY OF HENNA
One of my greatest pleasures, in the past, was dyeing my hair. I liked the expectation, the new colors, the compliments, the whole change. I have been coloring my hair for around 15 years. I don’t think I used the…
An altar or more
We don’t have altars in our homes, back in Romania, as Orthodox Christians. We have icons hanging on walls. We pray to them. The altars are only in churches. Hindus, on the other hand, have altars everywhere. My mother-in-law has…
THE GARDEN AT THE HEART OF ME
We do gardening with a joy we never felt for other work before. It seems weird at times. I come from a family of gardeners and farmers but my husband never touched a seed before this year. His family has…
MY CHILD’S TOYS TRY TO BE NATURAL
I remember going to Whole Foods once and seeing there a teddy bear–non-toxic, organic materials. It was lovely. Also, it was 30 dollars, for a relatively small bear. I did not buy it for my child and I could never…
A MORE NATURAL PERFUME
Perfume … there is something magical about it, isn’t it? Something wondrous about the worlds it brings to life–the memories, the sensations, the desires. It was long ago that I read Perfume by Patrick Suskind, but, bizarre as it was,…
THE NON-PLASTIC BABY
It’s here! Meet baby Rupa. Still feeling guilty after not buying for my very sensible child a small, cheap toy that she wanted, I went ahead and created a more natural version of the plastic baby out of flannel and…