The Unexpected Daughter Book Launch

The countdown is complete. The party is finished.  The Unexpected Daughter is launched. Last Saturday morning, I sat up straight  in bed at 5:30.  In eight and a half hours, I would be standing in front of a crowd of book-loving strangers at the launch of my debut novel – and I had no idea…

Top Ten Movies with an Indian Flavor

For me, summer time means a precious few lazy days of marathon movie watching.  Along with classic series like the Harry Potter movies and the Lord of the Rings movies that we love to watch as a family, my husband and I sometimes like to curl up on the couch and watch movies with an…

Announcing My New Blog SherylParbhoo.com

  I’m excited to announce that I am branching out into new territory in the blogosphere! I love writing here at Southern Life, Indian Wife about my mixed up and often crazy intercultural family. Being a southern girl in an Indian family is who I am. But, there is a lot more to me that…

The Morning After Thanksgiving

  My growling stomach woke me up this morning around 4:30 am.  I am normally not a big breakfast eater, but my belly taunted me relentlessly as I squeezed my insomniac’s eyes shut, praying for just a little bit more sleep. But, suddenly, I opened my eyes, giddy, and buoyantly thankful.  Today is the day…

My Guest Post and a Confession

Recently, my friend and fellow blogger, Kiran over at Masala Chica asked me to write a guest post.  Her blog is one of my favorites, and my reaction was immediate.  I’m there – when can I start? There was no question in my mind what I wanted to write about, because I was burning to…

Culture-Schmulture, I’m Sitting With the Guys

My husband and I met twenty six years ago this month on a humid Memphis night.  I was sixteen and scooped ice cream at the local Baskin Robbins to earn money for a car.  One July night at closing time, with Def Leppard blasting from my smuggled boom box, my co-worker and I perched ourselves…

crazy mom

Jumping Back into the Blogging Pool

I’m sitting at my laptop for the first time in almost a month, and my heart is pounding. The blank page taunts me, because my head is a so empty. I hear the echo of my writer’s voice pinballing around inside there, but my former cat-like mental reflexes have slowed to nothing, and all ideas…