Day 1
Recovery now
Sleep wake talk pain sleep
Hey! Are you with me?
Stay, go, stay, stay please
Am I alone In this room?
Where is everyone?
I’m here, right here
Laughing crying staying
Next to you any day, night too
—white sleepover!
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.
Saturday. Early Morning. Awake and ready— to start vacation; hit the road; clean, organize, clear; fix house matters; eat; explore; listen; budget. Saturday. Early Morning.
Illustration by Allie Olivares Attention Please by Kelly King The rage I carry threatens to eat me alive. This March, I jumped into leading protests
June 22nd, 2015, I drove off in a black rental Chrysler towards New England. My head rested against the headrest pulsing with that first day
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.