Conversations On Race
My girls and their cousins are snuggled up on the couch, sharing two throws between them. The lighting is muted.
My girls and their cousins are snuggled up on the couch, sharing two throws between them. The lighting is muted.
Two nights ago, I sat in a darkened room at my local library with a bunch of strangers watching a
A month back I wrote about visiting the WHYY studio in Philadelphia to record a conversation with my children’s mother.
I sat between my twins, Laddu on my knee as the opening credits for Hidden Figures rolled on the screen.
Today, our labor of love the Parent Voice, is born. It has taken hours stolen from chores, children and
It started with a simple comment on Facebook. I had shared an interview between a brother and sister on race.
The study door is locked. I have my earphones on. The house is eerily silent. My phone rings and for
A couple of days back, we sat as a family at the dinner table passing rotis and subzi and talking
Late one night this week, I stood at my doorway waving my friends good bye. There was a bite in
A book club I am part of picked this book for our next meeting. I was thrilled as it was
I am Indian and American, they say proudly when we talk about either country. I wonder if I should correct
On why we tend to seek people who are like us.
Last eveningĀ I sat down for dinner with an old friend by huge glass windows that overlooked the patio of the