The beach. If I could spend every day in sunshine with sand on my feet, reading a book and digging sand castles, a happy girl I'd be. There is nothing quite like cooler lunches and ocean side snacks in the middle of summer. I want to go back. I never want to leave. Here is our five days via instagram:



the cape may-lewes ferry // stewart's root beer // ketchup with fries and ketchup // behr has the greatest aunts and uncles // beach comber // crabby // sleeping in aunties arms // games // digging // beach bum // dairy queen // more ketchup // shrivers fudge and taffy - home of the biggest toddler breakdown in history // boardwalk cool // saying goodbye to the beach, for now at least

I keep wondering who the man is. My best guess is Jasu comes around and it is him...so intrigued!



Kavita - As I read her story, I felt her pain as if my own insides were being ripped out. We were in the car, so I kept it together, but I wanted to heave and sob along with her. 1984, the year I was born -  it seems like such an uncivilized world. How can this have still be happening during my generation? How can it still be happening today? I am angry at the mid-wife...not that she has any other choice. I cannot imagine the journey she made, so soon after labor - what an incredible act of strength.

Somer - I immediately thought of my own friends struggling with various fertility challenges. I wanted to shield this book from them. Their pain is fresh, and Somer's ordeal is written in such a away that it still feels raw. The scene at the baby shower reminded me of my own blunder. I once told a friend I was "So glad at least you aren't pregnant too!" at a baby shower before I was ready for kids, having no idea she had been struggling for over three years. I still feel guilty, years later. I often wonder how people make the jump to adoption. I know that for many it comes naturally, they always have had a heart for adoption. But when it faces you as your only option to have a family, when do you put your dream of conceiving a child aside and accept adoption as your alternative?

Somer in India - I want to slap her, but also yell at Kris for not helping her transition better. Shame on both of them for keeping so much from each other both Kris in their early marriage, not sharing is culture, and Somer about her adjustment in India. They seem to have set themselves up for failure.

Kavita after her son is born - Jasu's sudden showing of affection is irritating, and yet Kavita seems to both acknowledge and accept this. Again, her strength as a woman astounds me.

Meeting Asha - She has been called Usha for over a year...you have known her as Asha for a few months - as adults why not just change and call her Usha? This was so odd to me.

When Somer and Sarla bathed Asha together, it seemed so hopeful of a bond between the two women to form...and then it all fizzled away. Again and again, I wanted Somer to be more open minded to India, especially for the sake of her daughter.

Somer's maternal instincts - no one ever braces mom's for how hard it will be, that not everything comes naturally. I can only imagine how this is magnified with adoption. No wonder Somer seems to flounder a bit. I wish she had a better support network.



Kavita, Jasu, and Vijay - moving to Bombay seems crazy. How do they not know about the slums? I understand that leaving will give them a better chance, but aren't they just leaving Jasu's parents to starve? Why did they stay? Why didn't they go home? How did Kavita deal with their circumstances? How does Kavita emotionally bring herself to visit the orphanage?

Vijay's wad of cash - my first thought is he is selling drugs - how am I so jaded? But wait, really, he is selling drugs right?

Somer and Kris - pg. 98 "Somer didn't know that having it all, as she always believes she would, would mean feeling like she's falling short everywhere." Whenever I read something like this in a book (the same with Bloom) my first thought is almost always, you mean I am not alone?! Someone else feels like they are failing too?

Kris - missing his heritage, I only blame him. He is the one that spent over 10 years ignoring it.

Asha's letters break my heart.

Her strength to want to write about a true story for her school paper is impressive - but it makes me wonder where she got this drive from (as both of her parents seem to be pragmatists)


Asha at College - I continue to be sad that Asha's strengths do not seem to be enough for her parents - but I suspect this is quite common in the US. It seems like college is when Asha finally had the freedom to start exploring her heritage.

pg. 157 Kris says "At some point the family you create is more important than the one you are born into." This seems like a pivotal point for Kris and Asha. Its a passing statement, but it carries so much weight. If only he would take his words to heart and invest more in the family he created.

When Kavita and Jasu return to find cops tearing apart their home looking for Vijay and his supply, I wonder what it must feel like as a parent. Defending your child because you want to believe the best, not willing to give into the doubt that they may be making horrible decisions. Again at the Diwali celebration with friends, inklings of Vijay's business once again creep to the surface.

Jasu's nightmares, are these about Vijay, or the daughters he lost?

When Somer walks in on Asha "packing" - reading the letters to her mother and holding the bangle, I desperately want them to hash it out. I want to scream for Somer to share her worries, to bring these two women some understanding before they part for a year. But they both seem too stubborn.

Asha seems so welcomed by the family in India, it doesn't seem as though Somer was as welcomed. I am grateful for Asha that she has girl cousins to take her under their wing. Particularly as they prepare for the family wedding. On page 203, Asha "chronicles the day's events...the food may be spicy, the clothes uncomfortable, and the beauty treatments painful...starting to feel like home."

I appreciate the author's continued and subtel references to the disparity between recorded births of girls vs. boys.

I am again struck by Somer's stubbornness in her separation from Kris; her woe is me attitude. When really, she has very little in life to be complaining about. Her character continues to be a stark contrast to Kavita.

Sanjay. Sanjay, sanjay, sanjay. I have so much to say about you, but I will leave it for my concluding thoughts.

Dharavi - Each scene in Dharavi leaves me realizing that I cannot understand how deep the poverty is. The visual that comes to mind are scenes from Slumdog Millionaire. (don't judge me for admitting that?) or Occupy Wall Street camps. Other than these two images, I have never seen anything that would resemble Dharavi, not even on my trips to other developing countries.

Jasu and Kavita, I am amazed that they are still in Mumbai. After all of their hardship, it is incredible that they did not retreat home to their family in the village.

Jasu pours his heart out in the chapter Only One Regret, and becomes a character I can sympathize with once again. His hard edges are erased by his acknowledgement of Kavita's strength as the buoy for their family.

Asha and Dadima's morning walks reminded me of time spent with my own grandmothers. I hope that my own children grow to see their grandparents as sources of wisdom and experience - and that time with them should be cherished. There are roles that grandparents play that parents cannot, like Dadima's support for Asha finding her birth parents.

While I appreciate that the book focuses on the strength of women, I want to hear more about Dadaji - it as almost as if Dadima is the only person Asha is living with.


Asha'a search for her birth parents overwhelmed me a bit. I don't have coherent thoughts on this. But I was curious as to why the taxi driver did not want to go to Vincent Road at that time of day. And were Kavita and Asha in Mahalaxmi Temple at the same time? The roller coaster of emotions Asha went through was gut wrenching, but I am glad she settled on the conclusion that her Mother loved her enough to give her away.

The reunion between Somer and Kris seemed so natural. So glad Somer travels to India with Kris - it feels like her last chance to save her family and it is about time!

Why didn't anyone call Asha to tell her to come home when Dadji passed away? And why did Dadima insist Asha light the pyre? Again, I am wishing Dadji's character was further developed.

Asha seems to have accepted her adoptive parents for who they are, taking Kris to a traditional Indian street food restaurant and Somer to and Italian restaurant. This contrast seems so important in understanding their cultural differnces.

I was correct is suspecting Jasu was the man in the prologue - but why, oh why did it take Jasu and Kavita so stinking long to finally discuss their second child. I am grateful for the closure Kavita must have had that her daughter was successful and still came looking for her.

I wish I knew what Asha's letter said, but how wonderful that they saw her work in the Times?



I loved this book. I would love to see it as a movie, and I very rarely think that about books. I wish there was better character development of the males, but that would be another 300 pages. Mostly I wanted to see more of Sanjay and Asha's relationship. In fact, I would love a second book about Sanjay and Asha. Please!

Also, Whitney (who I started this book club with) sent along this post about a fellow blogger who just returned from a trip to India - perfect timing for complimentary reading!

We're officially on vacation. We are hoping to relive a bit of Behr's first beach trip and repeat some of our favorite traditions. Looking back, it is hard to believe how much he has grown. Surely there will be new adventures waiting for us this year. 

Although we live across three cities, a flurry of emails confirmed our excitement! We all returned to where we grew up on the same day, with time to spare. A very unlikely occasion. The timing was perfect. Karlene was down for the weekend, we were up for the weekend, Faith was returning from a week at the beach, and Julie had an open schedule. Gosh, I know I have said it a million times, but I love these girls.

Time with them is refreshing, encouraging, and feels like home. Who would have imaged that four goofy girls from high school would have parted ways, but continue to grow closer over the years? I never could have imagined how important these ladies would be in my life. But God has a wonderful way of bringing people together. Not only have we formed lifelong friendships, but we also have grown our circle as our families have expanded. We love eachother's marriages, the husbands have all become fast friends over the years. And we love eachother's kiddos. It makes me wish we all could be neighbors or at least close enough that we would end up at soccer games and PTA meetings together. But for now, we will enjoy the times we do spend together, even if all we do is sit outback and chat.

And because outtakes make the world a better place, here we go:

In our home, August is for all of these things. My camera is getting less use these days, nights of computer time have been replaced by family snuggle time. This month, blogging will be lighter than usual.  Blogging Book Club will continue. Join us to read Secret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya Gowda if you haven't started already. {pssst. mark your calendar for our discussion on August 23rd!} Nine to Five is on hiatus this month, as well all soak up the remaining bits of summer sunshine.

But take heart, there are some exciting things in store for September. I am changing the way I do sponsorships, more on that to come later. The layout here will be going through a bit of streamlining.And Saturday Shoes and Small Style may both be making a comeback...

What does August look like in your house? Are you slowing down, or have you already started gearing back up?

Last weekend we drove up to Massachusetts for a wedding. The rehearsal dinner was held at a beautiful old mill turned restaurant, complete with a pond full of ducks and swans. These days Behr is completely fascinated by ducks. If an animal is not shaped like a dog (i.e. horse, cow) or a monkey, he calls it a duck. Cat = duck, fish = duck, geese and swans = definitely ducks! So hanging out by the pond and throwing bread to the ducks (or geese or swans, to be honest, I am not really sure of the differnce) made his night!