Note to their pediatric physician

My daughter does not have to be the one to help around the house. You can direct the same request to my son sitting right beside me. The rampant patriarchy that is so entrenched in our community needs to stop. Our own internalized misogyny, regurgitated on the new feminists of the world needs to cease.…

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The necessity of heartbreak

Heartbreak is a curious thing.   It’s quite like childbirth; the size and shape of it unknowable until it happens, your experience uniquely your own.   The dull pain of it never quite gone, thrumming just below the surface.  The joy experienced before exponentially greater than any regret at the unending sorrow of the aftermath.  

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Be what you what, who cares what they say?

Black sheep, by the time they’re my age, reach a certain level of IDGAF to the nay sayers and pooh poohers.  Eyeliner too thick?  I lay it on thicker.  Outfit a little too inappropriate?  I make sure the skirt is a little more leather, heel a little too teetering, plastic flower in my hair, dancing…

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New rules to tell the children

Offend people, try and offend as many as you can. See when you lose count, make it a game. Be deemed unacceptable, scandalous. Walk the line just outside societal mores.) Curse at will, whistle, spit don’t sit properly or upright, don’t smile (especially if you’re told to), don’t be polite or ladylike (unless that is…

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The glory of a Bombay winter!

We moved to Bombay during the 2012 rainy season, as is fashion each year during this time, all looked to the looming clouds that dissipated as the morning wore on.  And then all complained at the woeful rain this year. Every year, worse than the last.  Obviously there are only two seasons in Bombay, hot and…

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