I stand in front of Diana's bench. It's my bench now. I'm a Diana, too. Not the Diana, of course, but that's my name nonetheless. For me, this monument to love resembles nothing of the kind. It's just a pile of rocks, crumbling after centuries of abuse and neglect.
Editor's note Although I have never met them, I know several of the contributors to this volume, mostly through the online Facebook group For Writers, By Authors. I was a beta reader of Radhika Maira Tabrez's short story in this volume, Built From the Ashes. Anirban Nanda has beta read for me. When Rhiti Bose … Continue reading Review: Defiant Dreams
I believe that life begins at conception. As a Catholic, I believe in the Immaculate Conception; therefore, I must also believe that is when life begins. Little room for ambiguity exists on that point. I also believe when a woman chooses abortion that just as the physical cells are surgically split from her body, so … Continue reading The sexual politics of choice