Common Ground
This piece was published in 100 Word Story. My name is Sara, I say. I’m from India. Never met an Indian with that name, they say. Is it short for… Read more »
This piece was published in 100 Word Story. My name is Sara, I say. I’m from India. Never met an Indian with that name, they say. Is it short for… Read more »
This story was published in the Hennepin Review. The phone vibrates inside my pocket as I sit in the verandah of your house, my childhood home, holding a washed apple… Read more »
Two stories published in Ruby Literary: Birthday Expectation Her husband asked her to make pooris for his birthday like his mother did. Round, puffy bread dotted with carom seeds, fried… Read more »
1. When did you start writing?“I started writing when I immigrated to the USA, about 18 years ago. I had always been a reader, and moving here provided solitude and… Read more »
These summer weeks are flying by! Kellie and Sara sit for a chat about inspirations, hard work and observations of a new . Not to mention her exciting new chapbook… Read more »
MP: Absolutely! As soon as you said those three things, I thought, “that’s the chap.” I also think it’s interesting that those themes are present in Giving Care, feminism as a quiet… Read more »
I ride to the police station on my Vespa scooter, across the market streets bustling with rickshaws and motorcycles. Along the way, I swivel my neck to look at all… Read more »
It was the year Daddy went hunting. He returned with a fawn in the back of his rusty truck, a poppy-shaped wound in the brown-and-white-spotted body, inches above the front… Read more »
Yes, I went there—to her house. Couldn’t stop myself, having returned to the country, my country, after a decade. She introduced me as an old family friend to her husband—a… Read more »
I was born brown, as brown as the bark of the mango tree outside our house. I’d inherited Amma’s features—her round eyes and sharp nose—but not her wheat-colored skin tone…. Read more »