Let’s play a game of pretend. This time we shall borrow from the story of Cain and Abel. Let’s name our new characters Tiffanie and...

No matter how hard I worked, I wasn’t making any progress with my colleagues. Every mistake I made was a sign of me being a mistake.

“When I opened my eyes and saw you, I knew I was safe,” she told me with a smile. Was she? I felt like a coward. Caught up in a past trauma.

Both of us struggled with knowing how to love ourselves when no one else wanted to. At least no one we longed for.

I can’t tell you how much it means to see a face light up when I appear when most grow dark or afraid.

It’s another late-night subway ride. I decide to take the train to the end of the line—Coney Island. It’s cold. I challenge myself to...

I don't know you, but if I tell this tale, it might as well be the truth. At least to the point where you can understand me--and you.