There is no higher calling in our shared existence than to love and be loved. And no group has exclusive purview over this. If we as societies have chosen to celebrate, distinguish and allot rights and privileges to acknowledge a form of love – equality, and indeed love itself, demands access for all.
Confession: I’ve been out of town, but thanks to a friend who took up my hobby of photographing what the residents of this city choose to leave behind, I’ve been […]
Last month I went to satsang at the Yoga Tree in Berkeley. Essentially, satsang is group meditation, usually accompanied by a philosophical teaching. I go because it builds a sense […]
Lately I’ve been going to an Iyengar based yoga class (a form of hatha yoga focused on alignment and holding postures for an extended period of time). My teacher, Tony, […]
This morning I met a friend of mine at a local bakery that I’ve developed an unhealthy relationship with. On the weekends, it’s always packed, so we sat only long […]
I recently went to what turned out to be an alumni event with a side of Chinese history (the danger of belonging to a lot of listservs). Unexpected as it was, […]
Six out of ten times when I divulge that I am Nigerian, the person I’ve just met launches into a story about an email they once received from a Nigerian […]