Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.




Without boundaries, it exists swirling existing in the air around you, never within light and kind warming you from the outside in. Wrapping its arms

As a child, I rejoiced in making French braids and high buns out of its thick curls. I wrote my own stories within the impenetrable knots of marriage and motherhood, weaving through her silky strands that seemed to extend for miles. The comb that would agitate my own coiled hair would billow through hers, without the slightest effort.
I saw inside my uterus today: A tiny black, empty cavity strong– like an upside down pyramid It stared back at me Showering me with
I am supposed to not care or not be bothered by it, but I am. I am supposed to be able to balance work and