I opened the kitchen drawer and looked at the mess inside Paperclips, scissors, tape, screwdriver, duct tape Flashlight, coupons, little bulbs, metal screws I looked at the mess Suddenly the collective voice I hear so often Said Marie Kondo it all Minimalize, declutter, find the clean empty spaces Feel the zen I felt rebellious Just … Continue reading Clutter →

A sunny December day. Loaded in the car, Dad driving. The big red Chevy Impala station wagon with the last seat facing outwards so you could thumbs up the drivers behind. The wide seats, and of course, no seat belts. I sat behind my dad as we drove on the open two lane highway. A … Continue reading Small Moments →

I feel I have stories to tell, so  many stories, so many subjects. Life, love, transitions, family, seasons, landscapes, people. I can go ethnic and enlighten. I can go academic and propound. I can go philosophical and solve the mysteries of the universe. I can go spiritual and captivate the flock. I can soar in … Continue reading My Firstborn →

One summer, we spent the most glorious night Of our lives, discounting , of course Some nights of love and fireworks. We went out in a boat on a Mist covered lake With guitar and mandatory pop and potato chips And a baby wrapped in a shawl There was no moon, just darkness And lights … Continue reading Meteor Shower →

A friend told me a small anecdote of her life. She was visiting Stockholm Sweden and while shopping she saw a lovely family. The husband was a tall Swede, the quintessential Nordic dude, with his petite dark haired wife beside him and a roly poly baby in the pram before them. The wife was of … Continue reading I could have been a German child. →

I look for linearity in my life The things that fall together in some geometrical symmetry It looks like a Rorschach painting Always colorful, but just when the lines want to converge They squiggle away in a different direction. It would be easy if there was a control panel To guide the drone along I … Continue reading I look for linearity in my life →

I come from two cultures and live in between A life of transition, a life of translation One world is a collective society Where self is sublimated before collective concerns Where one’s identity is based upon caste, gender, religion and economic status The newer world is where individualism reigns supreme I earn therefore I am. … Continue reading Life of Translation →

I was 21, my husband 23, newly married, desperately poor, amazingly happy and relatively worry free. And Feisty the hamster died. He was a tiny white guy, lived in a cage, but we adopted him as a pet. Took him out, played with him, let him run up and down our arms and necks. We … Continue reading Though the darkness now is deep. →

Listen to the wind blow- the refrain from Fleetwood Mac plays in my head Every morning I listen to the chorus of birds in my back yard- trilling and chirping and somehow melodious in a cacophonous way. I listen to music- last night played My Lady D’arbanville by Cat Stevens- so much music, so little … Continue reading Listening →

Where do I look and what do I see? Images, memories, faded photographs, palindromes Synapses, flashes, fade outs, sepia, high def Read Simulacra- what is real? What is true?   Christopher Columbus looking at waves in an endless sea Martin Luther King and Obama before a sea of faces on the Washington Mall Starry, starry … Continue reading Memory Kaleidoscope →