Memories from the land I call home
A little note:This post was originally titled 'The Quiet Joy of Giving'. A friend of Appa, who had experienced his generosity himself, suggested Joy’s Joy of Giving as the title. I loved the suggestion, especially because Joy Mathew is Appa’s name, and the title seemed to capture something so essentially him. It felt so fitting... Continue Reading →
You meet someone, barely know them, and then months later, they show up on a day when you really need someone. I first met Ramya in December 2025. She was staying as Peter’s guest at Tai Farms and had come to our farm for a day with her family and her father. I was there... Continue Reading →
Kopi Luwak is known as the world's most expensive coffee. For most people, it's something they read about or order in a café. For me, it was simply part of growing up on our family's coffee farm. I wrote this last year, but every time I read it, I felt it was too short. I... Continue Reading →
Today is my birthday, and I suddenly felt like digging into my birthday memories. Looking back, it made me smile at how my birthdays have quietly followed me around all these years. Sometimes ignored, sometimes awkward, and sometimes surprisingly sweet. As a child, I always dreamed of celebrating my birthday in school. I imagined distributing... Continue Reading →
At home, I have an Indie dog named Chillumi. She actually goes by many names, and I’m pretty sure she’s often confused because her human keeps calling her different ones. Still, she happily responds to anything I call her. She is my four-legged minimalist with strong opinion about food. She refuses to eat anything other... Continue Reading →
Home between the hills 