What I’ve learned is alarming my insides and yet when you notice it in me, I flutter with pride.
Could I do it, genuinely?
Yes, I am good at it.
Yes I deserve it and man the reward seems high
But the cost
still feels higher
What I’ve learned is alarming: the platter before me, it sits, within arms reach,
untouched
catching my eye with every sun ray.
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.
Since it’s January and every year around this time I reclaim it all with giant hot-air balloon sized dreams and goals. Since a close friend
A summer thunderstorm drenched everyone on the street. A Johnny Cash song strummed from the tiny unseen speakers. A barely-there draft of wind greeted us
When it comes to you my friend, I have an unyielding fight in me, a forest fire—raging, no amount of rain can put out. I
I hold you and you close to my heart warm warmth gooey love against my chest tiny faces, racing heartbeats button noses similar to mine