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How Far I’ve Come

I released my hands as I realized I had been squeezing them tight around the barber’s chair. The best I could do to occupy my mind...

At the Start of My Journey

My childhood was not sweet, to say the least. Instead of love and security, it was filled with mockery and humiliation...

I Fought Myself

...That person that put her own self through that suffering—but I can so easily flashback to how it felt, in those days, to be bulimic...

You’ll Understand When You’re Older

We would grow up, and things from our childhood would start making sense. But some things are always going to be beyond our comprehension...

Once Lost, Now Found

But no matter where we lived, I was a smart high achiever. No kidding. We were a family of hard-workers and I loved going to school...

To Open the Door

Loud voices painted the walls of my family’s house in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. We shared laughter and home-cooked meals at our large...

One of Us

My father was in seminary and my mother was working for the same institution where my father was. I was rather unexpected since my mother...

Elsewhere

I think the hardest question for me to answer is also one of the simplest: “Where are you from?” I often find myself pausing before...