I drove down another path today, in another car, dreaming other dreams
The dust behind did not chase my car, no, it watched me move on, away from those old thoughts
I drove in the same city, with the same passenger, but it was new, and I was just a bit giddy with the newness of the other.
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.
As a ten-year old in a new country, all I wanted was to be part of this new culture and its customs. We arrived in
I. Around my neck hangs a tiny, silver disc, dulled by the oil of my skin, and sunscreen, so small it’s hard to recognize the
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