When you were little boys, milestones were pebbles plunking down every which way. A new word babbled. A favorite foo discovered. A motor skill mastered. At 18, 20, 21, and so on, milestones are more like flat paver stones marking a walkway. Weeds will grow amongst the … [Read more...] about This is Motherhood.
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Children in America Wake Up Behind Locked Doors. By Design.
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.
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
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
For the Love of Lark
I am much better at hellos than goodbyes. But he is ready. It matters not that I am not. But are we ever ready to say goodbye? Our Lark was so aptly named when we rescued him. We got him on a lark after our younger son took to playing pet store with his stuffed animals and … [Read more...] about For the Love of Lark
Just Let Me Take the Pictures
Dear Deal, In this season of new beginnings, just let me take the pictures. You squirm with visible impatience while irritation brims over, but understand that as you, forever my baby boy, close doors behind you, I am left in the wake of a new normal. And it’s exactly the … [Read more...] about Just Let Me Take the Pictures
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