If joy is hidden behind a bed of thorns, then I will cut my hands to reach it...

When looking back at those days, I marvel at how far I have come. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe I will never find out..

As a little girl, I observed the life of my mother and vowed to be different. Better. More intentional. I promised myself that I would...

With tears in her eyes, she softly said, “I am glad you are here, Papito, and even if you’ll be in a wheelchair, I still want you to...

My health anxiety, the irrational fear of being or becoming ill, leads me to manifest symptoms of sicknesses I’m afraid of catching...

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...

I grew up as a child of the world. Nowhere was home because for nearly my entire childhood, everywhere was home. My parents’ work kept...