Sometimes it’s okay to leave the old behind to slide into a satin ballgown that sweeps the floor as you tiptoe across town.
Sometimes it’s just right to walk this tight rope and cross over to a pool of soft blue.
And sometimes,
Just sometimes
It’s blissful to bite into a pillowy pastry and let the world around you dissolve into a sugary sweet syrup.
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.
Yesterday, you picked up The Girlfriend of a Sex God I saw it unfold, smirked to myself, it hadn’t unfolded yet this year and took
the trumpet sounds–high like a solo bird crossing the sky the notes float out arching in the air urging you to move heads slowly turn
The first time I should’ve experienced jet lag would’ve been in October of 1990, when I moved to the United States. However, that month was