I like to stew on somedays—in the bubbling, gurgling thick starchy liquid of doubt. It’s warm and cozy: a pot of unyielding fears and questions. The gory details of the olden days rise to the top and I dive further into the rich broth, drowning in the worries of the unknown, feeling cut off from the air I desperately need to survive.
I like to stew somedays.
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.
From classroom to lip sync battle From discipline and set up and chaos in the sweltering room dripping with conversations about civil rights activists and
Blue like the ocean big, bright, kind Blue like the sky above, vast, wide, love Blue where I found you now, here, there, more Light
I am a merry-go-round of questions, unrelenting, nauseating with only one result at its end: spinning till pure exhaustion. I try to stop, dangle my