Mommy, why are you crying?

Mommy, why are you crying?

My big blue 8 year-old eyes looked up at mom in the candlelight. The sounds of instruments and choir voices filled the walls from the front to the back of the church. Well, I assumed it did. I didn’t know anything about the back of the church. I actually knew...
Be Audacious. Change the World.

Be Audacious. Change the World.

I took a chance once. Who’s to say if it was worth it. Chances are, my deep emotions picked it apart. And perhaps I never really knew the answer…. or if there was supposed to be one at all… anyway. I always knew I was different. Take that as you...