It wasn’t until I was 27 that I forgave my parents for giving me asthma. I remember the exact moment. I was walking out of the theatre...

In life, there are secrets and revelations, things that isolate or emancipate. Many of us live with secrets that, at some crisis point,...

When I was sixteen, writing poetry was a purgative experience. Scribbling expressions of anger and fear was how I dealt with being...