by thankgodi | Jan 10, 2018
January 9, 2005 – the date is engraved in my bones. It’s the day my mom, Lorraine Castagnini, left this world at age fifty-six. I remember dropping the phone and crushing my ears with my hands trying to squeeze the news of her death out of my head. My mom was a lot...
by Varant Majarian | Jan 3, 2018
I was born in Lebanon, and my parents brought me to America when I was two years old…. While still a young child, I knew the meaning of perseverance. My parents wanted the best for their child, and directed me towards skills and behaviors they believed would lead me...
by Lia Enso | Jan 3, 2018
The first time I felt a twinge in my tummy it was so slight I barely noticed it. I was busy greeting guests in a capacity filled room at the waterfront restaurant. The sun was just setting over the water, casting a warm orange glow throughout the mahogany floored...
by Ben Underwood | Jan 2, 2018
Thank Jesus I’m blind . . . In 1994 at age two I lost my eyes to a childhood disease called retinoblastoma—which is cancer in both eyes. At age three I taught myself echolocation—where I use sound to see. I ride bikes, skate, and play video games—you name it. I do...
by Laura Duksta | Jun 26, 2017
Around the age of eight or nine, I clearly remember learning two lessons in Sunday school that would direct the course of my life. Firstly, Jesus taught that we are all brothers and sisters; and secondly, because of that we should love each other. Though I credit and...
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