I remember the mauve-ish pink knee socks for me and the white tube socks for my brother. We didn’t have stockings so my mother went to our dresser drawers and pulled out those socks. I recall feeling a bit off that we now had socks with no match. Even as a child, I was a … [Read more...] about Immigrant Christmas Spirit
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Proud to Be An Indian American
Being brown in America is to live as a paradox. “You’re not really American.” “You’re basically American.” Consider these two opposing jabs shot at me, one from a former boss so that was a great work environment. My identity and heritage are discounted and … [Read more...] about Proud to Be An Indian American