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...

I mean things started out pretty normal I guess, but at the age of three, my mom committed suicide due to drugs and alcohol...

Growing up, I always felt that I was a bit different. I was fascinated by other girls—their outfits, their beauty, their spirit...

A few months into my first year of college, my mother called my sister and me into her room. From the tone in her voice, anyone could...

I was the son of a working mom from the Midwest and a devoted dad that had immigrated to the US from Mexico at an early age...

By Georgia, my parents got divorced. After seeing their marriage decay, I stopped believing in love. I stopped believing that I would be...

We were Turkish, and like the other Turkish families in Germany, my sister and I were taught to be responsible and helpful...

I was never the kind of person who had an abundance of friends. On the bus, I’d find the first available seat and sit there quietly...

My new parents were loving, good-hearted people who tried to adopt children with special needs who otherwise might not get the care they...

The seeds of generosity and good will that my parents instilled in me were certainly part of what sparked my interest in becoming a nurse...

Growing up in the 1980s, we spent our days running off with neighborhood friends, only returning home when the hum of the streetlights ...

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...

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

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

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...

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...