Elizabeth Chennamchetty
Life Happens. Sometimes you just have to write about it.

I Will March

By Elizabeth on Thursday, January 19th, 2017 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics 2 Comments

Right before the November election I wrote a blog post, Trump Spoke to Me Last Night. It was about the very last presidential debate and my reaction as a mother of a multicultural family, the wife of an immigrant, and a woman who has had an abortion. In the post I asked how our country will treat a family like mine if Trump were to be elected President of the […] Read More


Trump Spoke to Me Last Night

By Elizabeth on Thursday, October 20th, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics 13 Comments

How will our country treat a family like mine if Trump is elected? I watched the debate last night after I told myself I wouldn’t. I couldn’t help it. I don’t regret watching, but it left me sad and empty, wondering what will happen to a family like mine if Trump is elected President? I’ve always wanted children. If it was up to me, I’d have a huge herd. We […] Read More


I Need A Drink

By Elizabeth on Thursday, July 14th, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics 5 Comments

I wrote this post a long time ago. A really long time ago – my son was still four years old. It’s been sitting on my desktop doing nothing. But today I was scrolling twitter and my feed looks like it’s emotionally unstable – hate, death, love, terror, relaxation, black lives matter, blue lives matter, all lives matter, tasteful jokes, offensive jokes, babies, Paris, marriage, Pokémon meme on Trumps head, […] Read More


Words do Matter

By Elizabeth on Thursday, June 30th, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics 5 Comments

The following story happened to us this past week. I did not send these letters. I just chose to share our experience through them. From the Mother – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Dear Hospital, We needed help this weekend. You came through! You kept us safe and alive and comfortable. Your staff is friendly and competent. They know how to treat […] Read More


In Celebration of Earth Day

By Elizabeth on Thursday, April 21st, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Politics, Real Life Snippets 6 Comments

When I think about our planet and protecting our home, I mostly focus on minimizing our family waste. With a severe drought in California and the streak of hot weather we’ve been having I can’t help but obsess a little over our warming planet. It is not the legacy I want to leave my children. What kind of gift is that? In recognizing earth day, and celebrating the importance of it, […] Read More


Because I Love My Children

By Elizabeth on Thursday, March 17th, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics 1 Comment

I grew up in a Southern California beach town called Ventura, playing water polo and swimming on my high school team. I spent my weekends at the beach and skateboarding around town. I had everything I needed, free to roam completely content in my environment. My biggest insecurity was which hand-made skirt I’d wear to school for swim meet day, the day everyone on the team dressed up. Now that […] Read More


What Makes an American Anyway?

By Elizabeth on Wednesday, February 24th, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics 4 Comments

Last weekend we had our first barbecue. That’s right, our first barbeque EVER. We’ve been to barbecues before, but we’ve never owned our own grill or barbecued for other people. Before anyone arrived Vijay read up on barbecuing. Mainly, how to start the thing and how to cook the meat. I had a little ping of American pride which made me immediately ponder a bigger question. What qualities make a […] Read More


You Know…Life

By Elizabeth on Wednesday, February 24th, 2016 in Elizabeth Chennamchetty, Essays, Politics No Comments

It has been months since I’ve been to the gym…MONTHS! This morning I woke up and decided, today is the day! I fed the kids, combed three heads of hair and brushed teeth belonging to three squirrely-bouncy-kangaroo jumping children, separating those old enough for fluoride from those who aren’t, got myself and my crew dressed, and dropped off my kindergartener at school. Entering the Y, I felt a rush of […] Read More