I Am The “Other”

I Am The “Other”

The Silicon Valley is a bubble,” my daughter said when I tried to apply the logic of the valley to the rest of the country. My children live on the opposite coast and they have told me often that the Bay Area coddled and insulated us from most events that skewed the...
Marriage Matters

Marriage Matters

I’d been caught in a maelstrom of engagements and weddings recently. In some instances, the girl or the boy was not that much older than my own daughter and so now my child began chafing at the broad hints from her parents about her own future. “You guys raised me to...
On The Fence

On The Fence

I suppose the block party last July at the end of our road was a success even though everyone in attendance knew that one family—let’s call them the Chens—treated the front yard of their home as if it were a dumping ground, totally unmindful of how their home was an...
An Alternate Indian-American

An Alternate Indian-American

A  few weeks ago when I went to my local hair salon I heard complaints about how the Indian-Americans visiting the neighboring grocery store created problems for those using the services of other businesses in the mall. I saw what they meant because I, too, had always...
Not Just A Private Matter

Not Just A Private Matter

I was chatting with a cousin who had lived on the East coast for over twenty years before moving to the Bay Area. She said that people there rarely talked about enrolling their children into private schools. Such discussions were hardly ever the norm. “If people did...
Who Exactly Are We?

Who Exactly Are We?

Almost overnight, despite the bubble wrap of privilege and the relative affluence of our lives, our brown skin has begun to chafe and blister under the alternate American sun. Across the San Francisco Bay Area, several Indian-Americans heard words that were never...