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.
I remember the large cabin and numerous empty seats on the PanAm flight from Frankfort to Dulles. I remember the runny, moist flesh of a
Illustration by Deema Alawa Confession by Sonia Chintha Confession: there are times when I bash mothers (the holy grail of humans) because there are times
For a month you freed me of— but now I am the center of the whirlpool, the very current my mother warned me of as
It Is Written as come milestones, so do they. Like locusts, they arrive. Their love descends in unsolicited advice and probing questions dressed up as