I was born in 1994 in Lucena, a city situated in the province of Quezon, Philippines...My family was poor, but despite our losses...

That’s when she married my stepfather who served in the US Military. Because of his job, we moved to the US...

They raised me in one of the fiercest neighborhoods in Lagos where petty thieves and prospective armed robbers were groomed...

For the first few years of my life, all my immediate family lived in a low-income, one-roomed apartment in the city within a close-knit...

I was expected to labor for the rest of my days and help support my family like every other child in my village. I was not supposed to be...

In fact, I was 16th in the rankings, including my father’s children from his two older wives, who each had six children before...

Through all these years, I’ve gathered wisdom from a deep well of experiences and had opportunities to chase my dreams again and again...

My parents were both originally from the northern region of Vietnam but fled south to escape communist rule...

As a little girl, I observed the life of my mother and vowed to be different. Better. More intentional. I promised myself that I would...

At 100 years old, I’ve roamed the earth longer than many. I watched the Prohibition, Elvis Presley, and over a dozen presidents come and...

My parents—my father especially—were very liberal for the society in which we lived. A retired army officer, my father was well-educated...

My mother took the highway and never looked back, not even at me! My father was left to care for me alone and since he lacked childcare...

My parents were not rich, but we had enough to go around. My dad was a businessman, and my mom taught at a primary school. In the absence...

“I’m kicking you out. Come get your stuff.” I was 16 when I read this devastating text from my stepfather. No money. No job. And now ...

Growing up I was an extremely naughty kid who loved to mess with people. Most of the time, it was all in good fun, but I remember one...

In 1999, my parents faced some financial struggles, so Grammy and Grandpa opened the door to us. It was just like the weekends we...

I was born on August 18, 1988 to a timid mother and a drug-addicted father. My father was in the picture for the first six months of...

My mother used to say that struggle is a person’s middle name. People are always struggling, if not physically then for sure mentally...

As a boy, I was enamored by my father’s sharp business suits and his title of a lawyer. While I looked up to him, I did so at a distance...

These were the questions of a nine-year-old boy, the eldest child in the home, unaware of the coming hardships he might have to face...