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Almost Forgetting My Dad’s Birthday
I almost forgot my dad’s birthday this year. That sentence alone feels impossible to write. Grief has a way of making certain dates feel etched into your bones, and yet life—messy, exhausting, relentless life—can sometimes blur even the moments you thought you’d never miss. Growing up, my dad never made much of a fuss about…
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When Caregiving Expands: The Rise of the Sandwich Generation
Part of the series Work, Care, and the Missing Middle There is a point where caregiving stops being one role and becomes many. It is not always a clear transition. It happens gradually. A doctor’s appointment here. A check-in call there. A shift in responsibility that at first feels temporary, until it is not. For…
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Remembering Guinea Khala: The Many Ways to Be a Mother
On loss, love, and the quiet power of being someone’s constant My aunt, Guinea Khala—“khala” meaning maternal aunt in Bangla, my mother’s sister—was more than family. She was a constant in my childhood, a quiet force of love and guidance. She never had children of her own, yet she showed me and my brother what…
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Part 2: The Net of Community That Carried Me
In my first post, Part 1: Birth — The Six Week Postpartum Journey, I wrote about the intensity of those first weeks after giving birth — the physical recovery, the emotional shifts, and the reality that postpartum doesn’t magically resolve at six weeks. What I didn’t fully talk about then was this:I didn’t go through…
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Balancing Two Worlds: Bengali Roots, American Choices
Holding Space for Myself in Family and Culture From a young age, my father had me living in two different worlds that often contradicted each other. At home, I was encouraged to be empowered, independent, and ambitious — a girl who could think for herself and chart her own path. Yet, when his extended family…
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