STOP THIS TRAIN…

"I want to get off and go home again." I want to lie with my mother on the couch at 80 Easton while she brushes her fingers through my hair. I want to have chai and toast with my parents and siblings on Saturday morning while watching Bollywood and listening to my father tell stories, I want to go camping in Old... Continue Reading →

WHY I LIVE IN REGRET OF WHAT I CAN CHANGE

I've attended two funerals in only a one week span and although both deaths were the result of old age that doesn't make it any less emotional for the families involved. It's unfortunate how sometimes we need tragedy to jolt us into remembering what's important. Most of us seem to be on autopilot, rushing through... Continue Reading →

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