“But why?” This became the epitome of my childhood and the main source of migraines for my parents...

My father was a Kashmiri Pandit, a Hindu in a Muslim-dominated area. But in those days, it was no real threat other than...

Despite our town’s lack of resources, my father always tried to provide us with the best of every opportunity, and my mother supported him..

I had what should have been an idyllic childhood, playing on the beaches and forests that surrounded our home...

Although my parents worked very hard, we were a poor family. We often didn’t have the money for heating in the winter...

I was born...in Bulgaria to immigrant parents...I was the oldest daughter, with a Turkish father who was a Muslim and a Jewish mother...

My entire family practiced Buddhism. For every holy day, one would see us together in the local temple...

It’s crazy to look back on my life and see that I went from a nun candidate to a mother of five. For years, I wondered why...

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..

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...

I was born into a conservative Christian family in Nigeria in 1991 as the fifth born of six kids. Our days were happy, but strict...

I believe that all experiences in life are the stepping stones that eventually lead to one’s truth. And so, I would like to share my...

I am a doubter, a pessimist by nature, who can drain any half-full glass in a single gulp or scrub any silver lining out of existence...

I do not want to drag you into historical facts. I want to tell you about the adventures of a boy who cheated death. So, let me take you...

Sometimes our plans are not “our” plans. Life has a funny way of showing you that. Buckle up, because you’re in for a wild story...

But even so, my existence was not enough to save her beautiful soul. To know my story, you must know my mother’s first...

Being the granddaughter of a famed, yet tormented writer is both a blessing and a curse. My grandmother and the other women in my line...

Jewish families (like my own) lined the streets of my neighborhood, the next neighborhood, and so on. My parents, two older brothers...

But as it goes, an unrest seemed to clench my heart, and being so young, I did not know what that feeling even was or why these answers...

While my work has brought peace to my soul and the wonderful feeling of helping others has always been present, much of my career was...