Living in New York rarely provided comfortable commutes. It was considered lucky if it was a subway transporting you somewhere, but often that’s not ...

I often ask myself when writing a piece, “Am I doing this well?” “Could this be better?” “Am I good enough?” Perfectionism weaves a ...

A three-year-old boy lies sleeping in his hospital bed. Monitors are silent, white noise plays in the background, and lights are low.  “You aren’t ...

Brother and sister are playing together at home. They both want one specific Lego piece, and sharing is not an option. The six-year-old gets ...

The reality of the human experience is often draining. Hopelessness expands like gas in a room without you realizing it. Despair is accessible and ...

A family on a stroll stumbles upon a dessert shop. They all decide to grab one ice cream cone each. Dad chooses strawberry, mom ...

My eyes flickered as I tried to adjust to the pitch black. The room’s darkness challenged all my senses. I can’t see what’s in ...

The crowded afternoon streets of New Orleans were lined with the familiar colors of purple, green, and gold since January 6, Twelfth Night. Any ...

Imagine a nine-month-old experimenting with his legs for the first time. His knees are wobbly like a newborn fawn. Splat. He lands on his ...

Physical touch has never been my love language. I have not been a hugger, kisser, or cuddler. This sentiment did not change even after ...