Have you ever met someone that was such a complement to your soul that meeting them was like discovering a color you had never seen...

I planned to climb out of my castle and ride my white horse to victory. To me, it sounded simple. Unfortunately, no one told me that a...

My parents broke up when I was still little, and my mom remarried soon after. Our home was full of outbursts of rage from my mom who was...

One of the things I loved about my family was while there was lots of work, we always made time for leisure. Our weekends were full...

I grew up without a hometown. As the eldest child of an active duty military pilot, much of my childhood was spent moving from state to...

For as long as I can remember, all I desired was a simple life for my family, alone in the wilderness. This wasn’t without struggle...

Growing up, my parents encouraged me to pursue all the dreams I could think of. I remember my dad’s words that have always stayed...

I always looked up to him, though I must admit I played the part of an annoying little sister perfectly. He teased me mercilessly—not...

Nothing is as exhilarating as feeling the wind against your face on a speeding motorbike. It’s a power only the rider controls. I thought...

As with everything in life, we plan ahead, and things appear to be completely fail-safe. But sometimes the unexpected happens, and it...

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...

My father refused to work because he believed if we had too much money, we would be damned, so my mother and I would cut dry wood to sell...

When I accepted myself as a lesbian, I was in my 30s, married to a man for 10 years, and had two children. It was the first time I had...

My dad worked at IBM as a programmer and was a protective, caring, and loving man. My mom was a professional pianist and the choir...

“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 ...

My childhood was a long-term nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. My father was very violent and abusive, so I never had a chance...

My parents were very alert people, writers who valued the fundamental rights of humans. The arts took the place of religion in our family...

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...