“My mother had the best possible death,” Hans wrote. “It was sudden, painless, and in the company of the one she loved.” [...]
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Unkind critics may say Thoreau wasn’t much braver than suburban American boys who pitch tents on their back lawns, but how far does anyone have to step back to get perspective on the jumble that is normal life? [...] Early spring is a perfect time to change from our old winter selves to new spring beings; the glistening snow that turned to brown slush is ready to melt into groundwater the quenches the seeds of blossoming selves. [...] Some women come into their own when they become mothers. A new infant completes their lives. But for others, adjusting to motherhood is more of a struggle. Giving up independence to focus on the needs of an infant can be trying. [...] No one could have expected such a transformation. Our city, Allahabad, was a place about which people always said, “Nothing ever changes.” [...] Our stories are our gifts, not only to ourselves and to our contemporaries, but they are our best legacies to the women of generations to come, our way of making the desolate land fertile again. [...] |
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