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 don't think I'm unusual in that, in my 20s, like many people, I felt invincible.
We all waited on an afterlife. Only I planned to be alive for mine.
Every day I have many choices to make about who I want to be.
Maintaining my dignity is so important for me.
In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.