10:36 pm, June 19, 2012 San Francisco, California Resident’s of Debra and Medford Crenshaw Blue and white flashes of light blinded the sleeping neighborhood of Springsleak. EMS rush faintly to their automobile dragging a stretcher from each corner. The pale white sheets were drenched in blood of the now deceased. Investigators and California detectives questioned [...]

As the sunlight from the window hit my tearful face, I woke up with a big headache. I didn’t know what happened last night, but only thing I remember is the bloody picture from the wall and….   There was none in the house. My parents were far away. They lived in London. And I… [...]

{Where are the KONY 2012 fans?} War is something terrible. During war, people suffer a great deal including innocent children relating to what happened to this poor child, me. This is why the poor people in the northern Uganda are still bleeding for over 20 years due to the bloody insurgency. We should learn to [...]

How many of us have thought about what it would be like to attend our own funeral?  I have wrestled with this reflection for many years for known and unknown reasons. I have thought about who I would attend my funeral, and what stories would people share and what would they remember most about me?  [...]

My house was special, there were times where everything was lovely, roses hung from the walls and the air smelled of fresh apples. Other times though, the shadows lunged at anyone who dared to walk by. Insults were thrown from the ceiling fans and always seemed to reflect on me. When I opened my eyes [...]

  My longest diary entry: I got expelled from Cuban school and have just been at home this whole week. Well, not at home, more specifically, just not at school. You see, I had skipped the previous week of school, simply as a dire result of not sleeping at night and not taking studying seriously. [...]

They were a sight to see. The three. Man, woman and babe. Every morning like clockwork he would stir at the crow of dawn. He would bathe and cleanse for the day’s hardships and insults. She would pour the water left behind in his bucket into a worn and beaten iron basin. The basin itself [...]