4.4 million Indian Americans reside in the U.S, and I am part of that statistic.
My parents immigrated to the U.S. in 1969 as young adults, leaving behind their
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Right now, on some corner of social media, someone is sharing Maggie Smith’s
“Good Bones.” [https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/89897/good-bones] A
wildfire in 17 lines, it was named “the official
“Okay,” I said. “It’s time to kill Hamlet.”
A classroom full of AP English students stared up at me, unsure how to take my
somewhat crass proclamation. We were about to finish
I wish ass were not a four letter word.
I wish I could reapply the cultural context that let C.S. Lewis use the word in
four of the seven Narnia Chronicles books:
“No one said anything. We did not discuss it.” This is an apt summary of a
haunting tradition in Eastern honor-shame culture: silencing disgrace. In “No
Name Woman,” taken from her book The