Goodness Grief
I have a hard time writing when I am sad. I know that for some, creativity comes when they are at peak levels of angst, but that is not the case for me. And if you really want to look at the date of...
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When I was pregnant with my first child, Shaila, I had no idea what pregnancy would be like. My symptoms didn’t seem to fit the bill for what most of my friends went through. For example, instead of...
View ArticleThe Show Doesn’t Always Have to Go On
I’m a Jersey girl, born and bred. Yet I remain far removed from the tragedy that has swept my home state and the boroughs and outlying areas of New York City. Physically, anyway. We live outside of...
View ArticleMove Forward. Like, Really.
“When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you’re with me always.” – Alice Hoffman Over the past few weeks, I wrote a few posts about my family. I pondered what boundaries to maintain since I felt like...
View ArticleDid Anybody Ever See “The Ring”?
This is going to sound really mean. So I am going to try to sugar coat this as much as possible and really say this as delicately as I possibly can. LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING. JUST REMEMBER “SEVEN DAYS.”...
View ArticleHandsome in Pink
Let’s make a law that gay people can have birthdays, but straight people get more cake – you know, to send the right message to kids. - Bill Maher My son likes pink. A lot. He also likes to wear his...
View ArticleThe Color of Blindness
This is an old post, but I thought of it last night as I was in bed, bathed in darkness, right before my eyes closed. The post The Color of Blindness appeared first on Masala Chica.
View ArticleThe Supermom Myth
When I was younger, I always had this vision of what being a mother would be like. I knew it would be hard, juggling that successful career, running around with my kids in parks, cooking homemade meals...
View ArticleToday’s Post Brought to You by the Letter S
Happy New Year, everybody! In Hindi we say, “Naya Saal, Mubarakh!” Translated to English it literally means, “May your cows prosper in the New Year!” Really? No. It just means, “Happy New Year.” I just...
View ArticleIt’s MY Party
I’m trying to run interference on a battle between my three year old son and my five year old daughter. “Nico! I can’t believe you did that to me! You are NOT COMING TO MY PARTY!” She yells at him....
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