Be kind. Do good.
Be kind. Do good.
On Being Hard to Love…
I don’t have any game. None. I am the sidewalk before someone draws the hopscotch on it. Once, I locked eyes with a guy I had never met, smiled and uttered the word “Hi!” and he immediately responded with “You’re… A LOT!” I am So Much. Like I am So A Lot. Something I often…
On Sacred Spaces…
A Church, A Bar and A Car Up until I was 16, essentially every space I found myself in was religious in one way or another. A church. A Bible study. A private Christian school. I wasn’t really allowed to venture outside the Protestant sphere. Religious meant “sacred”. The problem was: those spaces never felt…
On Ranjini Aunty…
You know in the movies when they do a flashback to someone’s childhood? There’s a particular lighting and it’s in slow motion. Always in some grass field. There’s a child running around without a care in the world playing with daisies. I always wondered why White people left their children to roam alone in fields…
Extraordinarily Ordinary 