Photographs of me always take me by surprise. In my mind’s eye, and in my mirror I look very different. But then I shrug and turn away, it wasn’t important how I looked. Externals are just superficial, and I had
Coral Raw Silk
2015: the year my Christmas tree shrank.
The day after Thanksgiving, I dragged in the red Christmas decoration boxes and detached the girls from their phones, amid strong protests, to force them to have fun with me. After a few eye rolls and threats, they realized they
A morning playlist
Feb 2016 I’m not a religious person, but a deeply spiritual one. I do believe in a God, and because I was born a Hindu, I uneasily shift between 33 million names, because I studied in a convent for the
My daughter’s eyes
In my daughters’ face, I see my eyes Look back at me, Hope and defiance Mixed equally As she tries To tell me all about her life. And even as I patiently try To listen carefully rather than smile. I