I have always loved to write. It is the medium where I have felt the most free and the most me. I abandoned it for the better part of my adult life as I started my career, became a mother, and grew a business. My love of words was trapped in the mundanity of work communications, documentation, copywriting, and email.

My creative expression lives in my writing. When used solely as a tool or mere resource, I suffer. Writing is my lifeline. It is where my imagination can soar, where my Spirit speaks. It is an essential part of my existence.

During the pandemic, when the whole world was relegated to their homes, and we watched every manner of racial injustice and social inequity play out before our eyes, the only way I could hold the tension of grief, rage and unceasing hope was to reconnect with my old friend, writing. And from the outpouring of the soul, I present my blog, Thambusami Roots. Thank you for joining me here.