In the end, when the rough winds slow and clouds slide away,
Warmth returns and I can get strong again and again and again.
Today I learned I am iterative.
So don’t worry girl, ’cause I’m coming back around–
not once, not twice
but always.
In the end, when the rough winds slow and clouds slide away,
Warmth returns and I can get strong again and again and again.
Today I learned I am iterative.
So don’t worry girl, ’cause I’m coming back around–
not once, not twice
but always.
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.




Endless beaches—coast to coast Rows and rows of palm trees Spread Across the sandy shores unyielding — a kind, sweet night A spa, a pool,
Note: I wrote this in late December right before I moved into my first house! I remember when I moved back to the DC area

Illustration by Allie Olivares Attention Please by Kelly King The rage I carry threatens to eat me alive. This March, I jumped into leading protests
Illustration by Sonia Chintha Associate Director “Why aren’t you on scholarship?”“Scholarship?”I’m not a student. What was he talking about?“The house, the car, the whole package.I