HOW TO PRAY . . .
Pray to the morning warmth that creeps through the shuttered window on a bright sunny morning in February, no rain, no fog, it reminds me of sleepy summer vacations in the hill station of Dalhousie;
Pray to the flood of immigration in the late 90\’s that has brought Patak\’s pickles to the Indian Spice Market and Bollywood movies to Regal Cinemas at Hacienda Crossings. Now I can choose if I want to see Fifty Shades Freed or Padmavati or both, in the span of a lazy afternoon, if my heart so desires;
Pray to the 11 p.m. phone call from my daughter who\’s away at Santa Clara University, an entreaty for me to visit with her furry, four-legged friend, Coco. \”Thank goodness she didn\’t choose to move five states removed to Tulane University,\” is the heartfelt cry of a mother who\’s bewildered how much it hurts to have an empty nest at home;