the culture of motherhood
When we think of peace, we may think of a time without any war. Some of us may think a state of harmony, quiet and calm; not disturbed by anything at all…like a still pond with no ripples. Whether external or internal, peace is beautiful. It is what comes alongside compassion and love. As I…
There are so many positive things happening via social media. For example, through Instagram, we’ve been able to collab with, partner and befriend so many amazing souls that we would have perhaps never crossed paths with otherwise. It’s truly an amazing time. One of the beautiful connections we made recently was with Archana – who…
“Our parents and grandparents instilled the very values of faith that we strive to pass onto future generations through these multicultural Indian toys, books and kits.” -Modi Toys When founder of Modi Toys Avani told us about her company’s mission, we totally jived. It’s what we strive to do as modern moms too…pass down our culture…
Some of my favorite bedtime stories as a child include Where The Wild Things Are, Harold and the Purple Crayon, The Giving Tree, Velveteen Rabbit, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Bridge to Terabithia and the list goes on. However, in mostly all the books I listed, the main character is…a boy. As a mother in…
When I was a young girl, my late grandfather would take me through stories of India. Sometimes they would be the typical stories children of Indian families heard … ancient tales of gods and goddess figures. But other times he told me of his experiences. What it felt like to be a young boy under…
It’s finally Raksha Bandhan and after all that love we received from our first ever package offering, we are eating up all the sweet pics that are coming our way of brothers AND sisters showing off their rakh star rakhis. THANK YOU to all of you who supported us in our sister rakhi movement in…
I try not to label myself or allow identities to define me. But I am what I am. Mother, daughter, writer, public health professional… First generation Indian American. I’ll never forget what it felt like when I read my first Jhumpa Lahiri short story in high school. From bus stop to school lunch hall, I carried Interpreter…