The first Seder I attended was the year I got married. It was held in my in-laws’ apartment in Brighton Beach. It did not feel like the enactment and honoring of a sacred ritual observed through the generations; rather it Continue reading Passover Memories of an Indian American
I have an ambivalent relationship with Valentine’s Day. I am a first generation Indian-American, having moved to the U.S. at age 10 with my parents and three younger sisters. We were the only ones with a hyphenated identity in the Continue reading How Much Does Saying “I Love You” Matter in a Relationship?