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.
After being in captivity for so long, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be home in Canada.
I don't think I'm unusual in that, in my 20s, like many people, I felt invincible.
I think that I find a lot of my healing out in the world.
In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.
Maintaining my dignity is so important for me.