A bedridden child’s smile. My volunteer mission

Imagine being sick, or really old, and not being allowed to be with your loved ones, or to receive the visit of your friends. You might need peace and quiet to get well or rest, but there will be times, idle times in which you need  something to cheer you up, give up...

On Being the Night

This is the story of the most emotionally terrifying moment of my life, and its starts with me, being a writer. Ever since I can remember, I have considered myself to be a writer. “Writer” is the word that sustained and defined my soul. No matter what I was studying,...