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?
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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
What Do You Do With Your Sweet Bundles of Joy?
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you. - Khalil Gibran I'll be the first one to admit that I am not the world's best parent … Continue reading What Do You Do With Your Sweet Bundles of Joy?
Punctuate Life 