A sweet scent of olden times sweeps the air and I turn sharply,
searching for the guilty flora.
Unable to spot it quickly, I inhale
slow meaningful breaths full of childhood pleasures:
the rush of eating a berry plucked from a plant. The sweet taste of honeysuckle on the tip of my tongue.
A soft smile creeps at the remembrance of a time so far away.
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.
A year ago, when I was working at a small insurance company, my work bestie invited me to a vision board party. We were having
The first time I saw the words “ms. chintha is a bitch” inked on to walls, I was 29 years old. I had been teaching for a mere four years, but felt so veteran already because I had stopped crying when fights happened in or near my classroom among students. Up until my fourth year, I blamed myself for not creating a safe enough space for my students and that’s why they began fighting.
