I still can't believe I'm a blogger. I knew writing was in my soul but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine owning a blog. It was my cousin who led me down that path and before I knew it I had a website and was doling out my existential angst and advice by … Continue reading Blogging: My Road to Self Discovery
Can We All Get Along?
I'm not a black mother or a white mother. I'm just a mother. I'm not a black person or a white person. I'm just a person. With a beating heart that can break. With blood that runs through my veins. With a sense of right and wrong etched deep in my psyche. The very same psyche … Continue reading Can We All Get Along?
Dear Universe…
I have stayed positive, written in my gratitude journal, prayed every day and tried to be one with your flow. And nothing! Zilch! I know you hate it when I live in the past but I can't help it. Just look at last year - 2012. It was nothing short of magical. You got me … Continue reading Dear Universe…
You have the Universe and All its Treasures at Your Feet
We all grew up with a lack mentality. The illusion of not having enough. Even if you were well-off you had to face a world of inequality and injustice at every level. Poverty, illness, death and disease was the fate of the unfortunate or so you believed. Like the Gods didn't favor them for some … Continue reading You have the Universe and All its Treasures at Your Feet
The Lure of Books
Growing up in my grandma's house, where I was the only child, I quickly made friends with books. They soon became my best friends. They were there for me when I was lonely, took me to magical places far, far, away, made me laugh, cry and see things in a completely different light. Back home … Continue reading The Lure of Books
Short Story 4 – Break Free
Jamal sat quietly in the last bench with his buddies Ganga, Vipul and Ketan. They all wore uniforms too large for their skinny frames. They all had books in front of them that did not belong to them. The rest of the class was chatting happily, oblivious to the four intruders in the last bench. … Continue reading Short Story 4 – Break Free
Short Story 3 – A Dress for Dolly
“Your birthday is in about a week, Angela,” Mom said. “What would you like?” “ A pink cake,” said Angela. “Ok…” said Mom, raising her eyebrows. “And it should be round,” said Angela, making a circle in the air with her pointer. “Ok” “Not a square,” Angela said, shaking her little head full of tight … Continue reading Short Story 3 – A Dress for Dolly
The Dilemma
Who am I? I don't seem to know anymore! I wake up in the morning And stare blankly at the door. Trapped in a body wracked with limitation, Every breath is an act of suffocation. Am I the sum total of my successes, Or the product of my failures? Everything is a lie and … Continue reading The Dilemma
Short Story 2 – Now Hair Now Gone
It just had to go. It was thin and long and not even one bit shiny. It was old fashioned and so tough to maintain. Plus it fell in clumps and threatened to all but disappear. She had it all through middle school and high school and the first year of college and that … Continue reading Short Story 2 – Now Hair Now Gone
Divine Protection is Yours
I had to write this with all the fear mongering going on in the world. An older version of me would have lapped it all up and doled it out by the bushels. I know fear like a bosom buddy that back-stabbed me and left me hanging off a cliff for years. So I went to … Continue reading Divine Protection is Yours
Punctuate Life 