Used to be that weekends were my refuge, my resting place, my recharge station
When did they become the other? Filled with mysteries, I obsess to solve in my head letting thin slimy threads slip out now and then
Used to be that evenings, I couldn’t wait for, bouncing the minute that key jiggled in the lock, a puppy awaiting her owner
When did they become a dreaded period? hours immersed in fears I can’t escape. A constant state of restraint from my desires.
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.
Dear Family, Since news about me has been circulating for months now, maybe even years, who knows. I am writing to clarify for myself and
A break in a routine and I am jostled like the snow in a snow globe, tiny particles scatter apart, it’s
The Birth of No: I declare No two letters one giant word some days standing in front of guilt, fear Other days standing free I