I was born in the last year of the Baby Boom into an essentially all-white, all-Mormon community in Southern Utah. Six decades later, I am no longer Mormon, no longer white, and finally ready to share my story.
I should have. I wanted to. But I didn’t. And now I keep wondering why I didn’t say something when I had the chance. Maybe I was scared you’d laugh. Or
First I graduated, till then I counted years as if they start on September. Well my birthday is in September, also school years begin on that month; which was a pretty big deal.
Imagine if you were in my shoes, 17 years old, born somewhere else but calling Australia home since you were 8, yet feeling more afraid than ever to step outside. That’s my reality. I’m an Indian girl, an Australian citizen,
Aku tidak berencana masuk ke salon kecil di ujung gang di Jalan Cendana. Tapi hujan turun tiba-tiba—bukan hujan romantis seperti di film, melainkan hujan tropis Samarinda yang mengubah jalanan
It’s strange how silence doesn’t come all at once. We meet everyday, we fall in the same space, it’s like a shadows walking the same path but is never overlapping. How he treats me isn’t like how he used to,
It was an intense relationship. One of those that feel handwritten by fate. Full of passion, desire, love, fantasies, and trust. With every conversation, every heartfelt exchange, we built a bridge between two souls that seemed to
High school in Lithonia felt like a different world compared to ninth grade at Mays High School in Atlanta. I was a city girl at heart,born into the rhythm of MARTA buses, weekend
