Every year on this very day, I am reminded of all the things I take for granted, of all the things I should be more grateful for, of all...

When I was seventeen, just recently graduated high school and exploring my faith, I wrote this beautiful piece that was supposed to be a...

Although we love to claim otherwise, we are perhaps the generation that is most obsessed with perfection. And not in a way that attempts...

Among the many scourges of growing up, one is that it becomes increasingly difficult to dream. You wake up one day and you realize that...

The day Luyando slit her wrist, she let the water run while she sat in the tab, a comfortable warmth wrapping her in. She did not realize...

My father died when I was 3 years old. I have no recollection of him. The most vivid memory I have pertaining to him is being in a room I...