6200 children detained since inauguration. As some of you know, I’m new to Texas. I’m all in and have my voter registration, library card, and driver’s license, secured in that order. Having grown up on the East coast, I admit I came with my preconceived notions of Texas. Truth … [Read more...] about Children in America Wake Up Behind Locked Doors. By Design.
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What I Want for My Kids
I want my kids to know that home will always be a safe place to land. I want my kids to lay their head in a warm bed with cozy covers and the cool side of the pillow to strike the perfect balance. I want my kids to revel in the joy of a home cooked meal and riveting, sometimes … [Read more...] about What I Want for My Kids
Hey America, Ratify the Convention on the Rights of the Child Already!
I want to thank Zach for sharing his words of wisdom for this post. He’s a junior at Baylor University studying biochemistry with aspirations to become a physician. And, he’s close friends with my son and practically part of our family. America is at war against its children, … [Read more...] about Hey America, Ratify the Convention on the Rights of the Child Already!
America Is Freezing. Do Not Look Away.
Dear Bird and Deal, I write to you every week, but this is a different sort of letter that I wanted to share publicly. America is freezing. Do not look away. Consider this a sequel to what I wrote in May 2020. Here we are six years later when you are no longer living under … [Read more...] about America Is Freezing. Do Not Look Away.
Immigrant Ilina
Look at little Ilina sporting Stars and Stripes. This is me not long after we moved to the United States from India. I am an immigrant despite my twangy American accent and western ways. I would argue I am more American than someone born here. My family relinquished its birth … [Read more...] about Immigrant Ilina
Immigrant Christmas Spirit
I remember the mauve-ish pink knee socks for me and the white tube socks for my brother. We didn’t have stockings so my mother went to our dresser drawers and pulled out those socks. I recall feeling a bit off that we now had socks with no match. Even as a child, I was a … [Read more...] about Immigrant Christmas Spirit
Fired Up on July 4th
I was fully prepared to wear black and sizzle in my own despair today. The barrage of damage from the hallowed halls of the Supreme Court has left me reeling in fits of rage and sadness. It has admittedly been difficult to be productive at work. It’s been hard to even … [Read more...] about Fired Up on July 4th