Being Rudri 4 Years Later

Last week marked my 4 years in this space. This fact is puzzling to me in many ways. In the last 6 – 7 years, I’ve felt so undisciplined about so many areas of my life. I often complain to my closest family and friends that I am so consistent about...

Three Years Later

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...

Will She Remember?

  “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...

Picture This Mom

“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...

Sharps & Flats

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...

Happy Belated Birthday Being Rudri

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...