Courage is found in kindness. It’s everywhere and it’s ready to take hold of your heart as soon as you give it enough room...

The country of my mother tongue, my family, a great deal of my childhood, and my culture actually isn’t where I was born...

I’ve often wondered what drove me to have those wicked thoughts of wanting to commit suicide. Did I, in fact, have a mental illness?...

15 miles over in the town of Chilhowie. This is the place I consider my childhood home and where my story truly began...

My wheels are a chariot to freedom rather than a temporary crutch to prop me up from the harsh aspects of society...

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

At the time, my father was unemployed and my mother was the teen-mom stereotype. They were already burdened with a daughter before me...

My mom had five children to two different men, and I was the second. We were all girls and close in age...

Together, they built a family. I had an unusual childhood as my siblings and I were the only mixed-race children in the town...

I knew my peers, for we had been playing football in the streets since we could walk. Just as any normal kid would, I settled...

My parents had a marriage of love. I say this because my dad hails from India where he first had an arranged marriage to a girl he barely...

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

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...

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

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...

Lying in a steaming bath-tub, water lapped against my naked body. The pressure of the clear liquid surrounding me made the bruises on my...

Quirky and awkward. That’s how most people saw me in middle school and high school. I was the big kid with clumsiness in his DNA...

I pried my eyes away from the TV screen to look out the window, to the trees, to the sunlight…to that strange world out there that gave...

I used to think that my stutter would limit me, but now I see that it is all a matter of perspective and choosing not to worry...

My mother was still a student when she had me and literally had to take her final exams with me crying my lungs out next to her...