Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
MC Masala on Family, Sleep, and Trust
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2007 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
My column this week: in search of lost time.
"Here." She passed me a bottle of water and a tiny envelope with a pill or two inside.I'd never taken a sedative before, unless you count the warm milk with poppy seeds that Mom used to make for us just before bed.
I swished some water in my mouth and swallowed the medicine as she started the car and turned the corner. We stopped at a stop sign, a stoplight - and then I woke up on the couch in our living room, "Jeopardy!" and the darkness outside the windows telling me it was past 7.
