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A Wake Up Call


My dad didn’t even make it to high school. He started working when he was barely fourteen or fifteen. At twenty he was already married. My mother was barely nineteen. Those ages were actually quite old to get married back then. In their times, they didn’t adopt parenting models or methods of discipline; they lived as their culture expected. They just did the next thing. … Continue reading A Wake Up Call

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Bidding Farewell to Breastfeeding


It feels like I have been breastfeeding my children for at least a decade. It is kind of true, though. Pratya was barely two and a half years old when Saral was born. I breastfed Saral even until after Sasha was born and tandem breastfed the first couple of months even though my husband strongly encouraged me to completely wean Saral. Poor guy still sucks … Continue reading Bidding Farewell to Breastfeeding

An Afternoon at Seidman Park….


It is fall here in Michigan, and it was raining on Sunday. The kids were resting and my husband was doing some reading. I was glad to get a text from this friend who wanted to hike at Seidman Park. Thankfully, by then, rain had stopped. It was still chilly, but what better way to warm up than going on a hike??!! I jumped on … Continue reading An Afternoon at Seidman Park….

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Ranting Against Accent


Just because I have lived in West Michigan for few years does not necessarily mean that I need to imitate the native English speakers and sound like them. As opposed to mimicking, I want to learn to pronounce words clearly and speak fluidly without verbal fillers.

Be courteous to the person who is speaking your language. They had to learn it from the scratch. Continue reading Ranting Against Accent

If We Were Having Coffee


The first thing we do every morning is grinding some fresh beans from the airtight jar. We often find ourselves worrying if we are going to wake up kids from their sweet morning sleep while grinding the beans. Sometimes, I feel like pre-ground coffee comes in handy on times as this morning. Kids were sound asleep. I feel very bad and am filled with guilt of waking … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee

Do You Grow Your Own Food?


Many of you wouldn’t know what our last name, Maharjan, means. Maharjans fall under the Newa:  caste system which defines a group of people who were/are farmers. Of course, Maharjans are not just limited to farming anymore. So, sometimes I wonder if our inclination to growing some of our food has to do with our roots. I know, farming is not something many people aspire to … Continue reading Do You Grow Your Own Food?