The Power of Two Words

The Power of Two Words

On Sunday, we spent the evening with friends. Our banter ignited an insightful energy and in the background our daughters laughed and played in a way only children understand. I thought about this evening two days later and smiled, recalling the sunset that I caught...
On Gratitude

On Gratitude

As we boarded our plane, my eyes gravitated toward the front seat. A young woman, with black horn-rimmed glasses, reddish blonde hair  looked down, aware of the stares she might receive as people scurried to find an open seat. My daughter noticed first. “Momma,...

This Is Where I Come From

This past Mother’s Day I spent the day with my Mom, sister and daughter. On Sunday morning, my sister pulled out albums and pictures of our shared past. We laughed  and reminisced over several photographs. There were so many old memories, ones that I knew that...

Being Rudri 4 Years Later

Last week marked my 4 years in this space. This fact is puzzling to me in many ways. In the last 6 – 7 years, I’ve felt so undisciplined about so many areas of my life. I often complain to my closest family and friends that I am so consistent about...

Remembering When

  I am honored to join the regular contributing team at The First Day. Join me every Wednesday where I will  write about  parenting, living mindfully, and the challenges of navigating both Indian and American culture. A special thanks to Jana and Mike Llewellyn...

On What We Do Have

A recent conversation with my daughter reminded me of how much time I dedicate to what is not firmly in my grasp. These realizations are born in an ordinary day. I’ve talked again and again about how much of life happens in the seconds where there is no...