On one hand it’s all
I want and can’t, maybe won’t have.
On the other hand, it’s mine to love.
The two opposites splash me every day,
Training me to focus on the haves,
Instead of the have-nots.
On one hand it’s all
I want and can’t, maybe won’t have.
On the other hand, it’s mine to love.
The two opposites splash me every day,
Training me to focus on the haves,
Instead of the have-nots.
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.





My friend, Walter, stood about five feet and eight inches tall. He had sparkly warm blue eyes, weathered pink skin, and an electric, infectious smile. His wild eyebrows were often furrowed reflecting his deep thought, worries, and sadness. I met Walter after he was discovered living deep in the wild Northern California mountains.

Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine
