Kindergarten Diaries


A collection of short, poetic reflections inspired by my daughter Noori, my muse from infancy through her kindergarten years and beyond. These pieces capture first loves, rules and rebellion, imagination versus reality, innocence, and the emotional landscape of growing up. Raw and lyrical.
  1. The kindergarten diaries (aka "Ted")
  2. The heart is a child
  3. My hero versus yours
  4. 50 shades versus 40 rules (aka "Noori")
  5. Will you be my Valentine?
  6. When the world ends
  7. The real jungle book

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