Homelessness can happen to anyone. I know because I experienced it. One day in fifth grade, my parents sat my siblings and me down together… Read More

Sweat dripped down the faces and bodies of the 14 exhausted teen dancers and scattered onto the slippery hardwood floor. Several stifled yawns. “Let’s do… Read More

Blood ran from Mama’s—my grandmother’s—arm and through the IV as the nurse said, “We will have the results in a couple of weeks and have… Read More

Fear and happiness hit my face. I was “home.” Finally. I had been traveling for two long days, from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, to Louisiana, wondering… Read More

While I was cleaning the living room at the age of 10 years old in South Africa, my sister, Halima, ran up to me and… Read More