Indian American Love Child

I had a whole post about California drafted. I spent paragraphs raving about how much I loved the weather, the nursing staffing laws, getting to spend time Rose, meeting new people from all accross the country, all the outdoor activities, blah blah blah. Delete. Because while I am still happy to be here for all those reasons, I now have a new more overpowering emotion that has taken over and changed my Californian expererience all together. I am scared. Straight scared. I thought I could date out here. I guess a part of me really didn't think I was going to meet anyone that I would actually like. Well I was wrong, super wrong, and now I am falling for someone hard and fast. It scares me on so many levels. I almost just want to end it, and save myself the risk of heartbreak. But I won't, because thats cowardly, and thats never been my style. So i am going to try and outlive this terror for now, and hopefully God has something good in store for me #fingerscrossed #leapoff

I believe there is a new type of feminism emerging amongst the young women of today. I like to think of it as the “Bad Bitch” movement. Quite honestly, this carefree, ultra-aggressive, strong female persona sounds undeniably attractive to me and I would be lying if I said a part of me didn’t want to be a ‘bad bitch’. I mean one can’t help but look at media’s self-proclaimed bad bitches: Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Iggy Azalea, etc, and want in on the action.   But what are the implications for a woman who has chosen this bad bitch lifestyle, and what does it mean for the future of women in general? I am all about female empowerment and equality, but I feel like this new movement might have taken things a step forward into possible dangerous territory. The term creates trouble on multiple fronts. First, by creating unrealistic expectations of what a strong female is, and secondly, by demeaning the role of a man in a female’s life. Now I know there is no one definition of ‘Bad Bitch’ bu

Happy Birthday to my amazing dad, you may be a year older, but you are still a dashing lad! I know there are many ways to show my appreciation for you, A little less defiance, or maybe season tickets to the giants, but I hope for now, this poem will do!!   I'll start my prose with a trip down memory's lane. Growing up with you was never mundane, From cartoon marathons on Saturday mornings, to late nights spent as a family just talking, our time together, was always rocking! your spirit is similar to one of a young teen I love it when you are on the dance floor making a scene, you got the bhangra down, but need to work on the shoulder lean!   I have so many fond memories of you from my younger years, it's crazy how we went from trips to the playground to sharing cheers! You were the one who brought  me my very first teddy, you held my bike when I was unsteady, Every dance show, you were in the front row you played therapist, fo