On a rainy afternoon in the spring of 2011, my five-year-old son dumped a heavy book into my lap and said, “Read.” I opened the book and read the first line: “All children, except one, grow up.” The book was Peter Pan and Wendy, by J.M. Barrie, first published in...
I took this picture at my local arboretum. I was meandering around the trails trying to find something interesting to shoot—a flower, a bird, something “spectacular.” While trying to find the “spectacular” I just kept shooting what was in front of me—the trail. There...
I have never opened a ripe mango and not wanted to lick it. It may be true that my first mango was not until I went to Mexico. If there was one before that I can only say it was not memorable and who cares about a forgettable mango anyway. No it was in my late...
Kalyani Magazine, a new semi-annual literary journal by women of color, has made a promising first step towards its mission of “providing a voice to those who are often voiceless.” The magazine’s inaugural issue centers on the powerful (and controversial) theme of...
I have had the pleasure of reading the latest issue of the online magazine Sugar Mule. Titled “No Place Like Home: Borders, Boundaries, and Identity in South Asia and Diaspora” and guest-edited by Soniah Kamal (one of our friends at the Atlanta Writers Club),...
One of the best things I could have done for my writing was to take a painting class. Though it uses the same skills that I use as a writer, I’m less obsessed with the outcome. I’m more aware of thoughts that encumber my progress. I notice areas of resistance and...
