December is a time of reflection. What will you remember from 2020? How will the memories of the past year live in your heart?

2020 arrived like an intervention. Blunt, yet honest. Showing us what matters most to us by taking it away (or at least, placing it a constant 6...

When I was 8 years old, my neighbor (who was a teacher) gave me a gift that blessed me for a lifetime.

Her name was Iris. She often invited me to come over to her house to help her bake bread. I would always bring her the latest poem that I had written as a gift.

For Christmas that year, she...

This is a copy of the first article I ever had published in a national magazine. From Country Extra Magazine, November 1998. And now, a treasure to share with you...

I'll always remember last year's Thanksgiving dinner because that's when I learned an important lesson about love.

I was sitting at...

I read a story yesterday that inspired me:

Aaron is an 8-year old boy on the east side of Los Angeles. Aaron LOVES Flamin' Hot Cheetos.

His mom is an undocumented worker. When COVID hit, she lost both of her jobs. She moved her family to a shed, sending her daughter back to Mexico to make...