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 Marsh Engle | Jan 3, 2018
And, it wasn’t comfortable. Even though I’d been in many rooms just like this one before. A birth condition requiring multiple surgeries with long, drawn out recoveries made hospitals, needles, tests and physicians a familiar environment. But, this time was different,...
by Faith Deeter | Jan 2, 2018
I was born premature but healthy, and my parents named me Faith. My growing up was basically normal, and then at the age of twenty, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma cancer. The cancer came with a single message: Be real, be on the outside who I truly am on the...
by Adele Green | Jan 2, 2018
I woke up to the smell of hot butter on toast. I loved visiting Granny’s house. I was a curious child with blond hair and red cheeks. “If you ask why, one more time,” Granny used to say. She taught me how to read before I went to school. One day I discovered a...
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