By the time I had reached my late teens I had lived in three different countries under the roofs of three separate relatives. I was born in Honduras and was raised there by my grandmother. Then, at the age of seven I moved to America to live with my mother in Los Angeles. At 15 I moved yet again, to live in Canada. Having such a disjointed childhood left me with a broken and incomplete sense of self-identity and little self- worth. I often felt... > Full Story

The hum in the office grew as people filtered in that morning. Soft chuckles over some incident the night before, muffled conversations and ringing phones filled the air. Suddenly,...

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