What's that thing?" Pointing and staring at my kirpan, hanging neatly in its gatra.
"The taxi drivers with turbans and beards? Yeah, I know them. We call them ragheads."
Hardly an auspicious first impression of my substitiute caregiver this morning. Shaimaa, my usual caregiver had to miss today, so the agency sent a substitute, an older lady named Mae from an East Asian country..
I heard her knocking my doorabout a half hour before she was...
A few years ago, I became good friends with a pretty typical North American Sikh family. You know them. A husband and wife, a couple of kids and the husband's widowed mother brought over from Punjab. A nice family, nothing unusual.
I was friendly with the wife, a woman of my generation who had run a small in-home daycare for quite a few years. Her husband was a hard-working businessman, sort of successful, but not getting rich. The kids, a girl and her younger brother, were in high...