Girls married right out of high school at 18 in my neighborhood, like an unspoken tradition. I thought I’d follow the same path...

That all changed in the summer of 1941, when the Second World War hit our snowy streets. Slowly, food became a luxury...

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

A life without its own identity is nothing but a shadow. It clings to another and hides from the sun...