Did you get a good look at me? Yes? Look closer. You will see how I carry a laugh in each wrinkle and a song in each one of my beard hairs..

Growing up, my mom was always the one I talked to. Then, she passed away when I was only thirteen...

I couldn’t focus in school and started flunking my classes. Then, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, which is where I met Sammy...

My family got smaller when I was 12 after my dad became suddenly ill. He was rushed to hospital and died four months later...

When I was young, my parents moved to Minnesota, to a town of 600 people. So, from the start, I was raised a bit separate from society...

I thought I had come alive again and walked away from the past that haunts me. But you see, that past, it fastens itself to me...

Ever since I was a baby, my parents, siblings, and I visited Buenos Aires, Argentina, many times. It was always super fun to visit...

I fell on my face so many times I lost count, but the thing that made my life different was that I refused to stay down...

I had a good early childhood...However, happiness is easy to be interrupted. All that changed when I started secondary school...

When it happened, everyone claimed that the grief would only last a year until I was able to move on, so I consoled myself with this...

I have lived a life of colors, starting with mostly dark shades until I finally reached the bright hues I’m in today...

As a young girl, my purpose was as fickle as the wind, but my hope was firm. I wanted to be as loved and as encouraging as I knew my dad...

I can’t remember a time my parents got along. I don’t remember laughing around a kitchen table or a single family-film night...

I couldn’t wait for the day I...became a teacher, and had my own classroom. The world was at my fingertips…until…it wasn't...

When I was six years old, I sat in a chair and pretended to nurse my dolls. I was very conscientious with them as I cared for their...

A patient of mine, a World War II veteran, sat in front of me on the examination table. I made a note in his health card and suggested...

My father was registered as a sex offender. Over time, my father lost all rights to see me, while my mother’s supervised visits were...

As innocent eight-year-olds, we didn’t think twice about the fact that I was playing a boy or that two girls were fake married...

I once met a woman named Mary, and Mary was quite contrary. She loved planting and making things grow. We met in LA, and ever since...

Ever since I can remember, I listened to the stories and news on the radio, longing to be part of the airwaves. I toyed with the idea...