by Prasanta | Mar 21, 2019 | Faith, Five Minute Friday, Home, Hope, Identity
I stare at the honey-colored wood floors beneath my feet. My eyes travel up to the walls, the painted walls of a pleasing forest green. I didn’t paint these walls. I walk outdoors, bundled up in layers of clothing, making sure to wear gloves and a hat. The gray...
by Prasanta | Nov 14, 2018 | Community, Encouragement, Family, Friendship, Gifts, Growing up the South, Identity, Immigrant Stories, Life, Loss, Memories, Stories about home, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
by Prasanta | Jun 4, 2018 | Identity, Immigrant Stories, Immigration, Uncategorized
Names tell us who we are and where we belong. For years, I lamented the fact I did not have a simple American nickname to make life easier, for you and me both… Read the rest of my post today at The Mudroom Blog: See, Say, Spell, Repeat *picture...
