In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.

Friendships that don't fit my life anymore have faded away, and new ones have come in.

After being in captivity for so long, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be home in Canada.

Christmas was the one time of year when my brothers surfaced at home, when my parents and grandparents congregated to eat my mother's roast turkey.

I am so proud to be a Canadian.

Being in the dark, there's a real weight to it. It's heavy.

I have watched lives change. I have seen women gain confidence.