Imagine a 15-year-old kid saying, 'I have two moms - it's cool.' I don't fear that at all.

The history of apartheid-era South Africa is incredibly sad and at times infuriatingly incomprehensible.

To this day, my haircut is the number two clippers, which I apply to myself every month.

This sounds really corny, but I am a slave to my work, a workaholic, and glad of it. I like what I do; this is my place, my little universe, one of them.

The easy solution isn't the solution, it's the problem.

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

August used to be a sad month for me. As the days went on, the thought of school starting weighed heavily upon my young frame. That, coupled with the oppressive heat and humidity of my native Washington, D.C., only seemed to heighten the misery.