What Does the Bully Want?

What Does the Bully Want?

When I was a teenager, I used to get bullied a lot. My bullies were relentless. I could barely be in a class with them or pass them by on my way to get some water and they would seize the opportunity to say something hurtful or make a face, a smirk – hard to catch and...
In Defense of Sudden Outsiders

In Defense of Sudden Outsiders

In the past week, I have been thinking about my childhood trips to India. The jet lag—the surreal feeling of leaving one country and waking up in another. Upon returning to the United States, my sister and I would stay up all night until my father took us to...
Of Wedding Bells and Hospital Bills

Of Wedding Bells and Hospital Bills

Not another invite,” I groaned, picking up a thick cream and  red colored envelope. I could practically feel the weight of the tree that had gone into making it. The names of the bride and groom were embossed on it in gilt letters. “Okay, you’ve got money,” I got the...
Ode to Inauguration: A Writer Speaks

Ode to Inauguration: A Writer Speaks

Ode to Inauguration I was seven when it first happened. A man put his hand under the polka dots of my dress. Then I did not move and lay still.   “ I grab a woman by the pussy.”   Have you heard of the marches around the country? I will be wearing a “pussy” hat when I...
Maya, Marquez, Mandela and Our Facebook Posts

Maya, Marquez, Mandela and Our Facebook Posts

I have never read a book by Maya Angelou. However I must confess when Maya Angelou died I immediately felt I needed to Google “inspirational quotes Maya Angelou.” I knew my social media timeline would be flooded with them and I didn’t want to be caught empty-handed...