Personal Essays, Personal Self, Professional Self, the Parent Voice

Answering my Calling. Serendipitously.

As a former professor of organizational communication, a feminist, and an unapologetic qualitative scholar, my absolute favorite kind of research involved talking to people about their lives. When I wasn’t immersed in my participants’ life stories or making sense of the 500 pages of data before me in hard copy format, I ruminated over how… Read More Answering my Calling. Serendipitously.

Life Lessons, Personal Essays, Personal Self, Special Interest

Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me? : The Quest for Meaningful Female Friendships

When I first saw the cover of Mindy Kaling’s debut book, ‘Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?’ a few years ago, I felt like she had written that book with me in mind. Except, of course, she hadn’t and I could only barely, if even, relate to the contents. It was a good read, nevertheless,… Read More Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me? : The Quest for Meaningful Female Friendships

Personal Self, Reflections

An Immigrant’s Journey in Waiting: 17 years and counting…

I was 20-years-old when I first stepped foot on American soil. Metaphorically speaking, of course. This was nearly 17 years ago. Visa Status: F1 Student I was 24-years-old and working full-time on an OPT (Optional Practical Training status). At the end of my “training”, I was “let go” from my full-time job because they found a “qualified”… Read More An Immigrant’s Journey in Waiting: 17 years and counting…

Lists, Okay mom, Personal Self, SAHM

Of lists and non-lists; to-dos, will-get-to-its, and one-days

I love making lists. For everything. Lately, however, I have avoided making lists but that experience is more like a mouse who sees cheese and is smart enough to realize that the cheese is purely a tool of entrapment and yet, wonders if she can somehow outsmart the trapping hinge. Hmm..ain’t gonna happen! What I… Read More Of lists and non-lists; to-dos, will-get-to-its, and one-days

Big Changes, Feelings and Emotions, Motherhood, Okay mom, Personal Self, Professional Self, Reflections, SAHM

I cried. Wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last.

In my ongoing identity transition or should I more appropriately say, my frustrations with having to morph myself into a reluctant SAHM identity, I have many struggles. Daily. I am just not the stay at home kinds as I have previously written. I am just not made of that grain. I don’t know if I… Read More I cried. Wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last.