Progress Belongs to those who Start.
A hidden world of echoes and shadow-cages. Iinner struggles, a constant presence. Robberies, gunshots, a terrifying daily rhythm with political beats pulsing drumbeats of war. Nightmares rise from ashes. Security efforts are often futile. Anger fills the streets. A chilling call thunders, igniting fear. Children stare, wide-eyed, confused. Weapons fill the house. A single shot mobilizes fear, as anger surge across...
I remember the awkward moment when I came out to my mom during another potential introduction to another female friend. Mustering up courage, I blurted out, “Mom, I'm gay.” Her response? “Well, that's certainly a unique choice.” I could practically hear the crickets chirping in the background, briefly. Growing up closeted, embracing diversity was a challenge. I felt isolated and...
