“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...

But it is also known for being smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, where children say “yes, ma’am,” and “no, sir,”...

Our village was surrounded by the forest on all sides, but those were not forests children could play in, because there were tigers...

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..

Life can be tricky; it’s like teetering along the edge of a cliff. One setback can land you on the streets...

With many, many patients coming his way, my father was highly esteemed—a venerated figure like a god, in fact...

It often feels like an unbearable privilege to write and make a simple living from taking all those wonderful and horrible patterns...

It was a dream that I’d been chasing since I was a child. But sometimes, the dreams we have can’t last forever...

I lay in the hospital bed, pain racking my body as chemicals and super-science ran through my blood...

I loved my mom, but I didn’t get much time with her because she had bad lungs. She already had asthma, but her job only worsened...

My parents taught us to work hard, help our neighbors and be respectful of others. My mum worked in an office and...

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...

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...

Even when he did seemingly nice things like drop us off at church, he was really only doing it because it was on the way to a bar...

I did not come into a perfectly happy world upon my birth in 1883. My mother had always blamed my father for disappearing into his dirty...

Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, or boast, or follow the exact schedule you planned. Love is messy, love is...

My father refused to work because he believed if we had too much money, we would be damned, so my mother and I would cut dry wood to sell...