Short Stories

The First Word

I am an almost four-year-old boy, a genius, and have recently come to face a baffling situation.

Mamta had since come a long way from the anxiety ridden girl she once was.

Every woman has a right to choose and should not be judged by the choices she makes.

Tomorrow morning when we wake up dear friends, if we ignite the candle of acceptance in our hearts we have already chosen hope.

Dedicated to a generation of moms whose babies know the letter \’ i \’ before they understand the alphabet.

In the split second that Vinnie had, before she announced the winner she couldn’t help but notice the skin tone of the audience in the room.