I’m reflecting on my father.  Punjabi born and whisked away to Canada at the tender age of 8.  Speaking no English in a far away

“Her white sari was spattered with blood, her own. Her hands were held up in self defense as a voiceless scream filled the small space.

“Run for your life,” they say. Trigger Warning: Scrupulosity The Story of a Goody Two Shoes Kid Growing up, I was known as a quiet,

Child:“I just feel down all the time.” Parent:“Feel down? What’s there to feel down about? You have a good life. We’ve sacrificed so much to

It was a beautiful, sunny day, yet I felt a chill when I heard the devastating news. A young, accomplished South Asian woman, a mother