Like some of these elegant cigar boxes, Edyta is adorned with designs on her arms which each tell a story about parts of her life – from the name of her 16 year-old daughter, back in Poland, to the swallow symbolising freedom on one arm and the letters spelling K-A-R-M-A on the...
I can still remember the first time I went to the grocery store after my brother’s suicide. I remember thinking “How can the world go on right now… all of these people are just going about their day as if nothing is wrong… but my brother is dead. I’m here, amongst all these ...
Every time I see my daughter laugh in the swing with the wind ruffling her hair, I know what it means to feel blessed. The health care portion of your story cannot, obviously, be separated; how did you decide how much of your book to dedicate to talking about the problems and ...