The Beach, 2016
The season is a strange one, full of highs and lows, winter and spring all in a month. The ground thaws, freezes. The leap day approaches, and tonight, the moon is full. I watched the waves yesterday, renewed my passport, had a fun texting session with a dear friend, and then, hours later, I found myself in tears by noon. The kind of crying that leaves your eyes tired. The whole what am I do with this life before me, and is what I am doing in any way truly fulfilling?
A friend dropped by with a gift of a bright-colored beauty of a scarf. She returned to her studio to paint. I dubbed the scarf Happiness.
Lately I’ve been writing, and publishing, small essays. Some links:
A book review of The Parthenon Enigma by Joan Breton Connelly:
An essay on bullying, menopause, and finding voice on poet Jenna Shwartz’s The Roar Sessions:
A new draft of the novel is done, and handed in. The doubts emerge. I think already of newer revisions. I think of a new book, about a man growing grapes on a wall in the garden. His wife drifts by with shears in her hands.
Indira Ganesan 
Your post was engaging and, of course, beautifully written. I read both of the links you wrote, and put on hold the D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths (studied them in college but my main focus then was music & piano). I loved the Greek mythologies and you gave me a good reason to read them again. And the blog post called Roar – I had a hard time picturing you getting into fistfights and being physically attacked by friends. The contrast with menopause and your using one of those awful pads was really interesting. I hope your novel submitted comes out well, and as any good author, there is a book in mind already. Thank you, Indira!
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Oh my. Breathtakingly beautiful, dearest Indira.
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