Today marks the three-year blogoversary of my time in this space. Almost three hundred posts later, I ponder what this blog means to me. I started this blog in an effort to deal with my father’s passing. When he passed, a large part of me couldn’t fathom a world without him in it. As I started to talk about what happened to him and the details surrounding his loss, I noticed I didn’t have much of an audience. Mortality is [...]
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“Momma, you are my best friend. I love you so much.” These words echo in my ear at least five to ten times a day. Impromptu hugs, kisses on the cheek, and cuddles are a regular staple of my daughter’s daily routine. The recipient of these gems is usually me. She is six, an age where unconditional love is abundant. When we walk in the parking lot to school, she grabs my hand even when there are no cars [...]
“Am I a good mother?” This question paused in my ears. To be honest, I was a little surprised by my mom’s question. I talk to my mom everyday on the phone. And our conversations are generally about the mundane. It’s a flurry of how are you’s, what are you doing today, can I talk to my granddaughter when she comes home from school. So when she posed this question to me yesterday, it required me to stop and wonder [...]
Sixteen and nervous, I pretended to walk with purpose toward the piano. On the right and left of me, there are people who have various expressions on their faces: boredom, anticipation, and happiness. Most are parents who are eagerly awaiting their child to play their particular piece. Before I stood up, I looked to the side and remember my mom, mouthing, “You will do great. Good luck!” Doubt filled my head. Although I practiced my piece a thousand times, I [...]
Last week marked two years in this space. Two years. It is amazing to me. This blogging adventure started as a way to channnel my grief about my father. There are days when the sadness outweighs the goodness.The grief is always there. It doesn’t disappear. But because I write about my father and grief, I honor and keep him alive. And that reminds me of all the beauty in my own world, despite the lingering echo of sadness. It gives [...]
I remember waking up on Sunday mornings while my parents slept and I watched the Smurfs. I especially liked Papa Smurf. I remember eating my first kala-khatta gola (Indian version of snow cone) on the corner of a populated street in Jamnagar, India. I remember getting my eyebrows threaded for the first time at age twelve in India. I remember walking in the front door after school. On the table was my after-school snack, a baked potato with lots [...]
Welcome to my new home! Sometimes one change can catalyze renewal and rejuvenation. Opportunities happen. Doors begin to open. I hope turns to I will. And there’s nothing like feeling the texture of a new beginning. I’m excited to debut my new site today. The fabulous Sarah Fite of Momalom built this awesome site for me. I’m grateful for her insight and creative inspiration. In many ways, writing in this space offers refuge. A place I call mine, where I [...]
