It has been a busy, few months and I haven’t made the time to write as often as I’d like to. Here in Chicago, we’ve
Cookies and Milk I have many early childhood memories of eating Parle-G cookies, the quintessential after-school snack found in almost every Indian pantry. They’re the
Book Review: Dark Clouds, Deep Mercy: Discovering The Grace of Lament, Mark Vroegop I was familiar with the word lament but had always connected it
I remember the immediate weeks following my dad’s passing was a time of immense stress for me. The impact of what happened only hit me
“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?Though she may forget, I will not forget
A passage from Psalms 68:5-6 reminds us that God is “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.
Let’s Talk About Death, Says Noone Over the last decade, as an Indian-American female growing up in the U.S., I’ve had many conversations with others