I have to remind myself that it wasn’t all sunny days and cuddle-time. I have to remind myself that every phase of motherhood has its joys and challenges.
Lately, I’ve seriously resolved to take myself less seriously. It’s a paradox, isn’t it? Just like so many aspects of life. As time goes on, I’m finding that many age-old oxymoronic mantras ring true: less is more, pride brings low,…
I’m grateful for my scars. Each blemish has a story. Without my stories – and my scars – who would I be?
I don't have a home anymore. I have places where my heart belongs, and people I love in those places.
We all have the ideal plans for how we're going to raise our kids and how they will turn out. Then life happens.
This is a submission in our monthly contest. November’s theme is Gratitude. Enter your own here! One night, after the results of my son’s routine blood work showed scary-high levels of phosphorous, an effect of his kidney disease, anxiety fluttered…
The thought of placing a drive-through order gives me the jitters. “What? Don’t worry, I will place the order,” he says, his tenor that of an adult.
For every negative interaction during conflict, a stable and happy marriage has five (or more) positive interactions.
When people ask me what motivates me in life, the answer is always him. He’s my driving force, the reason I forge on.
On an October afternoon uncharacteristically bleak for the Andamans, I got the call that Maa was critically ill. Before I could book my ticket, she was gone.