South Asian Bloggers Network – A New Adventure!

I’m an ideas person. At least half of my conversations with Mr. T start with the sentence “I have an idea…” Sometimes he smiles and nods, and sometimes he almost roles his eyes (emphasis on almost – he does have…

The Welcome of Home + Carry On Bag Giveaway from British Airways: CLOSED

PLEASE NOTE: The giveaway is now closed and we are counting entries. Once a winner has been selected (using random.org) the post will be updated to reflect the winners name. Thank you! I remember the first time I went to…

Chai Chat: My Afternoon Chai Ritual

Mr. T has a ritual he almost never misses; every night after dinner he has milk & cookies. He’s done this almost every night for the 16 years I’ve know him. Now, from a health perspective it might not be…

Biz Mama: Can You Cry at Work?

Biz Mama is a series where I’m sharing some glimpses into my life at the intersection of motherhood & entrepreneurship, you can read more here. I’m writing this post with tears in my teacup and, on the pages of my notebook…

What is Your Welcome of Home?

Home – such a simple word filled with so much emotion. Home is where we feel safe and comforted; it’s where we feel like we belong.  For me, that ‘home’ has always been Punjab, India. Although I was born in…

Holding Hands…

Just wanted to pop in and let you know that I’ll be taking a few days off to be with my Papa {grandfather}. He is not doing well & all I want to do right now is hold his hand.…

True Surrey: My Surrey

Although I was born in Victoria, I’ve been a resident of Surrey BC since I was 2 years old and I love this city more than anyone I know. I love the parks, the people, and the food (gotta love…

Moms 30 for 30: Week One

It’s week one of the Moms 30 for 30, and so far I’m on track! Last time I did the challenge I was about 6 days behind everyone else, so I’m pretty impressed with myself. Although, I haven’t had a…

Chai Chat: Is Your Family Eating Dinner Together?

When I was a kid the family dinner wasn’t an option, it was a requirement. Mom made what she wanted for dinner (although it often featured our favourites), and we ate it. It was an unwritten rule, and even though I…


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