I am a liar. A big, fat liar. I often smile and nod when someone asks me if I’m ok. I talk about self acceptance while shopping for anti aging serums. I am awkward around compliments, because I worry I’m not worthy of them. I hold in my tummy, every …
This month is a big deal in my house. Nirav turns 9, Reya hits 5 and tomorrow, on the 5th, I turn….well, older. My dad and mother-in-law have birthdays coming up too, and I also celebrate 14 years of being married on the 31st. So August means presents galore and …
I often find myself harried or dealing with chaos. I usually have a decent handle on life, but over the years I’ve learned to stop and smell the roses. No literally. SMELL the roses. Being a very sensory person, sights, sounds, tastes dictate a lot of my choices. But at …
My birthday is coming up in a week. I’ll be a year older, a year wiser(or so my husband,Raghav hopes)So this year, I’m doing something different for my birthday. Now we’ve had a rather bouncy year. 2 surgeries(Nirav and me), amazing events (new house/new pet/new job) along with all the …
We know about autism. We know about Anxiety. But sometimes, it’s more than that. Our bright, wonderful kids, go from having a regular garden variety tantrum to a full-blown anxiety attack. So what do we do? We try ABA techniques. Rewards for good behavior. Consequences for undesirable. A favorite toy …
I will be live again tomorrow on the Momspresso Facebook page, reading another award-winning short story. I hope you’ll join me! For those of you in the US, I’ll be saving the video so you can watch it the next morning with your cup of coffee. Here’s the link:https://m.facebook.com/Momspresso/ Indian …
The sepia sunlight of a summer evening. Birds twittering, squirrels scampering. Acres of green grass, broken by a dozen giggly faces. One more whoosh down the slide. One last round on the seesaw before dinner and a bath.There are no perfect moments. Except for these. Amma, can I play tag? …
This human completely approves of her Therapuppy©️ (therapy + Puppy). Whether it’s battling big feelings, anxiety or whatever’s floating in my soup for the day, Minnie always, always knows how to bring me down. A flash of her pink tongue, a kiss, the occasional belly rub. I breathe in her …
I must have been 7 and in second grade. I was in a different classroom than all my usual friends and at that age; you feel the separation at a much deeper level. But after a few weeks, I was ok and thriving because of Ms. Reena, our class teacher. …
Growing up in middle class India, in the 80s and 90s, makeup was not a huge deal. The only time I had on anything close to a beauty product, was on the School Annual Day Stage Performance. And even then, it was a hastily applied layer of garish cream which …
