One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
One week ago, my sister and I immersed my father’s ashes in the Cauvery River in India. He was 93 and passed away peacefully. Clearing out his stuff, I am reminded of who he was. He and my mother loved parties, dancing & entertaining. He loved singing & would often call us and sing Stevie Wonder’s “I just called to say I love you.” He was super competitive, played endless games of Phase 10 and hated to lose—even to the kids! He was a perfectionist, demanding order in everything, even folding laundry before he put it in the wash. He couldn’t throw anything away, so his closets were full of empty little boxes, airline freebies, even broken suitcases. He got sustenance from daily 60-90 minute walks, rain or shine, at a pace that had us running to keep up. He was loyal & would help anyone in need. He possessed a genius math/engineering mind, scoring at the top of the all-India exams, setting ambitious goals and meeting them. When he and my mom moved to Indonesia in 1969, they charted new territory in an unknown place. He travelled for work & then more with mom following her passions. He supported my mother’s many careers as teacher, author and counselor. He believed completely in education, and that his daughters could achieve anything with it. Unlike many of his era who wanted to have sons, he always wanted daughters. He sent us away to college in America at 16 when he had nothing in the bank, because he wanted us to have all the opportunities available. I don’t think there was much thought to how we would never live on the same continent as them again. As we all came to realize, children being far away as their parents age is but one of the prices of migration. It wasn’t all perfect—like everyone, he had flaws & we had our rough patches. But as I sift through all the memories, I see how much of him is also in me and I am grateful. As we put his ashes in the beautiful rushing river, sky above as blue and clear as could be, trees swaying, it was the perfect place & moment to send him on his final journey. While the hole in my heart is there, it is now growing the flowers of memory & gratitude for all he was. Om Shanti, dearest Papa. May your soul attain moksha. ❤️
You heard me: we NEED Medicare for All. Our health care system is broken, and we need fundamental changes to ensure people get the care they deserve. No more care delays, denials, or out of control costs. Just health care, when and where you need it.
Today marks the start of Black History Month — a time to recognize both the hardships endured by and celebrate the achievements of Black Americans. Black history is American history and it is critical that we honor Black voices and leaders every single day of the year.
Republicans went to the House floor today pretending to care about victims of domestic violence — but it was just a cover for continuing to scapegoat immigrants. Their bill would hurt domestic violence survivors by not giving them the protection they deserve. It’s a disgrace.
As extreme MAGA Republicans baselessly attack Haitian communities across the country, I was proud to stand with my colleagues in the Haiti Caucus this morning to condemn these xenophobic lies. We will always stand up for and defend our immigrant communities.
We’re 10 days away from a government shutdown, yet MAGA Republicans seem content to let funding lapse and allow millions of working families to be hurt. They don’t care about you and your needs — they only care about their extreme, unpopular agenda.
85 years ago today, the first Social Security check was issued. This was a massive move to help people keep money in their pockets and retire with dignity. Let me be clear: Social Security is an EARNED benefit and something Democrats will fight to protect.
My statement on my ‘NO’ vote on today’s CR, which failed 202-220.
96% of the population in Gaza is facing food insecurity. 2.15 million people are at crisis levels of hunger. Shelters and schools in the Gaza Strip are under constant bombardment. And still, UNRWA continues working hard to save innocent lives. Their work is irreplaceable.
Extreme MAGA Republicans are seemingly incapable of governing. Their own funding bill — stuffed with poison pill legislation and devastating cuts — has failed on the House Floor. We’re 8 days from a shutdown. It’s time to get serious and fund the government.
I was proud to stand with @repandrecarson, @janschakowsky, and other colleagues and advocates today to introduce our legislation to restore United States funding to UNRWA. We must work to ensure that those acting to save civilian lives in Gaza have all of the resources they need.
I was proud to stand with @repandrecarson, @janschakowsky, and other colleagues and advocates today to introduce our legislation to restore United States funding to UNRWA. We must work to ensure that those acting to save civilian lives in Gaza have all of the resources they need.
UNRWA is incredibly effective at ensuring that humanitarian aid makes it to those who need it the most, even in the most difficult conditions. They’ve delivered flour to millions, fixed water wells, trained nurses, and more. The United States must reinstate our support for them.
Do-nothing Republicans have been too focused on their extreme agenda of banning abortion and cutting Social Security and Medicare to actually get anything done for the American people. Even as they keep wasting our time, Democrats will continue fighting for working families.
It’s National Voter Registration Day! We all have the opportunity — and civic duty — to participate in our democracy. Check your registration and make a plan to vote on or before election day at vote.gov.
