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I have 0% of battery on my phone. I have no connection to the internet world or with my friends that I connect digitally. I’m enjoying the sun and fresh weather in times of march. Green wheels on my penny nickel cruiser. They move me around as I film the musicians on the curve side of the park. After unplugging my headset I get to hear all the giggles of children playing in the park. At the same time it mixes with the voices of people with the worries and questions on their cellphones. The many variety of people—it’s so immense that it always sends signals of outrage to my brain. It’s always good to see a cute girl on your way. OK I got bored of writing, I’m going to draw.

I have 0% of battery on my phone. I have no connection to the internet world or with my friends that I connect digitally. I’m enjoying the sun and fresh weather in times of march. Green wheels on my penny nickel cruiser. They move me around as I film the musicians on the curve side of the park. After unplugging my headset I get to hear all the giggles of children playing in the park. At the same time it mixes with the voices of people with the worries and questions on their cellphones. The many variety of people—it’s so immense that it always sends signals of outrage to my brain. It’s always good to see a cute girl on your way. OK I got bored of writing, I’m going to draw.


When I was 9 years old I asked my mum what bulimia was and she said “it’s when models throw up after they eat because they want to be skinny, but still love food.” I remember it sounded so logical!
When I was 6 I saw white marks on my mum’s hands and she said she’s got stitches after she fell off a bike. The lines were straight and parallel on her wrists. I used to say I would never go clubbing because my dad left the family as he couldn’t give up his part lifestyle for me.
When my mother was 16 she ran away from home and shaved her head. I remember thinking not so much “that’s crazy,” but how ugly.
Now I’m 17. I look in the mirror and I see a short-haired girl, with thighs covered in thin white parallel marks that definitely didn’t come from falling off a bike.
My hands are constantly shaking because of my malnutrition.
I live 7000 miles away from home and have been for 7 years. I go out nearly every night.
Last year my mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia. In a chase to be less like her, I am a lonely teen covered in scars with bulimia, depression, addicted to Prozac and alcohol.
Don’t try to ever not be someone, be you.

When I was 9 years old I asked my mum what bulimia was and she said “it’s when models throw up after they eat because they want to be skinny, but still love food.” I remember it sounded so logical!

When I was 6 I saw white marks on my mum’s hands and she said she’s got stitches after she fell off a bike. The lines were straight and parallel on her wrists. I used to say I would never go clubbing because my dad left the family as he couldn’t give up his part lifestyle for me.

When my mother was 16 she ran away from home and shaved her head. I remember thinking not so much “that’s crazy,” but how ugly.

Now I’m 17. I look in the mirror and I see a short-haired girl, with thighs covered in thin white parallel marks that definitely didn’t come from falling off a bike.

My hands are constantly shaking because of my malnutrition.

I live 7000 miles away from home and have been for 7 years. I go out nearly every night.

Last year my mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia. In a chase to be less like her, I am a lonely teen covered in scars with bulimia, depression, addicted to Prozac and alcohol.

Don’t try to ever not be someone, be you.


I am 23, lost my virginity at 21. I really like cuddling and talking more than sexy times. I am a straight male. I just like the feeling of holding someone and opening up about everything.
Here is a drawing of a thing.
p.s. I’m a horrible spelling

p.s. again sex is pretty cool though

I am 23, lost my virginity at 21. I really like cuddling and talking more than sexy times. I am a straight male. I just like the feeling of holding someone and opening up about everything.

Here is a drawing of a thing.

p.s. I’m a horrible spelling

p.s. again sex is pretty cool though


It was love at first sight. And by first sight I mean like fifth sighting but it was strong and real and fast paced. I met her a few times while my friends and I were playing. A glimpse. A whisper. An illusion of my outer canthus at that point. Eventually she boldly told me that she fancied me. I was doubtful and dumbfounded. But within a week the courage built in me to ask her out. Somewhere in this shy shell.
SHE NODDED!
It wasn’t a yes so it was still a question as to whether it was official but it wasn’t a no and that was good enough for me. Over the years she grew to know me. Over the years I grew to know her. She encourages my Dave Matthews obsession. She got his autograph for me down on Broadway (though the man himself messed up his peace sign). Digressing, I LOVED HER. I LOVE HER.
THEN THE BABY CAME!
N <- I almost wrote her name. I just have this beautiful baby on my brain. I never thought I could grow to love, plant a seed, and grow the best tree the world could offer…

It was love at first sight. And by first sight I mean like fifth sighting but it was strong and real and fast paced. I met her a few times while my friends and I were playing. A glimpse. A whisper. An illusion of my outer canthus at that point. Eventually she boldly told me that she fancied me. I was doubtful and dumbfounded. But within a week the courage built in me to ask her out. Somewhere in this shy shell.

SHE NODDED!

It wasn’t a yes so it was still a question as to whether it was official but it wasn’t a no and that was good enough for me. Over the years she grew to know me. Over the years I grew to know her. She encourages my Dave Matthews obsession. She got his autograph for me down on Broadway (though the man himself messed up his peace sign). Digressing, I LOVED HER. I LOVE HER.

THEN THE BABY CAME!

N <- I almost wrote her name. I just have this beautiful baby on my brain. I never thought I could grow to love, plant a seed, and grow the best tree the world could offer…


When I was 8 years old on summer afternoons I would lie in my upstairs bedroom watching ladybugs as they traveled on the top of garden hoses snaking across the lawn. I thought of these as &#8220;ladybug highways&#8221; and I imagined all sorts of scenarios for where the little orange travelers were going and what they would do there when they got to their destinations.
Now I am 60 years old and I realize that we all are traveling our own roads of life within a patchwork of journeys around us much like the garden hoses on those lazy summer afternoons.
The destinations may be profound or trivial, but the journeys themselves are what link us together as a community, a country, and a world. May you find your way to a happy ending and welcome arms, but, if not, may you appreciate and realize that the path traveled is the experience of living and the true meaning of life. Where you arrive is much less important than the trip that got you there.

When I was 8 years old on summer afternoons I would lie in my upstairs bedroom watching ladybugs as they traveled on the top of garden hoses snaking across the lawn. I thought of these as “ladybug highways” and I imagined all sorts of scenarios for where the little orange travelers were going and what they would do there when they got to their destinations.

Now I am 60 years old and I realize that we all are traveling our own roads of life within a patchwork of journeys around us much like the garden hoses on those lazy summer afternoons.

The destinations may be profound or trivial, but the journeys themselves are what link us together as a community, a country, and a world. May you find your way to a happy ending and welcome arms, but, if not, may you appreciate and realize that the path traveled is the experience of living and the true meaning of life. Where you arrive is much less important than the trip that got you there.


I was an undocumented immigrant for around 15 years of my life. I very recently was able to change this because of a policy change by the Obama administration. My life has changed 10x because of this policy. I am now able live and work freely in the United States, and it feels great! It’s like coming out of the shadows, a phoenix, and getting a chance to live again. Since I’ve been able to change my status I got a social security #, my state ID, my driver’s license, a real office job. I’ve been able to enroll in college, apply to internships and much, much more. I feel great and want to use all my ambition + optimism to strive for a better life, my American Dream. 

While I’m sharing my story of positivity, it should be known that there are still millions of people who are undocumented. Two of them are my parents. And as I move on each day closer to my dreams I can see they years moving on as well. It makes me sad + selfish. I hope that someday they too will be able to experience the opportunity that I’ve got the chances. Here’s to positivity + opportunity forever….

I was an undocumented immigrant for around 15 years of my life. I very recently was able to change this because of a policy change by the Obama administration. My life has changed 10x because of this policy. I am now able live and work freely in the United States, and it feels great! It’s like coming out of the shadows, a phoenix, and getting a chance to live again. Since I’ve been able to change my status I got a social security #, my state ID, my driver’s license, a real office job. I’ve been able to enroll in college, apply to internships and much, much more. I feel great and want to use all my ambition + optimism to strive for a better life, my American Dream. 

While I’m sharing my story of positivity, it should be known that there are still millions of people who are undocumented. Two of them are my parents. And as I move on each day closer to my dreams I can see they years moving on as well. It makes me sad + selfish. I hope that someday they too will be able to experience the opportunity that I’ve got the chances. Here’s to positivity + opportunity forever….


I am 35 years old and Orthodox Jewish. 3 years ago I started an organization dedicated to educate my community about child sexual abuse. I have heard too many awful stories that make me want to stop and scream, but I continue because of their kids and for my own 4 kids. I fear something happening to my own kids and my anxiety is really high. I try really hard to control it. I love my kids so much it hurts and I will always try to help no matter what.

I am 35 years old and Orthodox Jewish. 3 years ago I started an organization dedicated to educate my community about child sexual abuse. I have heard too many awful stories that make me want to stop and scream, but I continue because of their kids and for my own 4 kids. I fear something happening to my own kids and my anxiety is really high. I try really hard to control it. I love my kids so much it hurts and I will always try to help no matter what.


I slept with a man after our first date. We stopped talking about a week later due to differences in what kind of relationship we&#8217;re looking for. A few days ago I discovered I was pregnant with his child. I told him, and together we decided to terminate the pregnancy. The situation has caused us to become very close, very fast&#8230; and I think I&#8217;m falling in love with him.

I slept with a man after our first date. We stopped talking about a week later due to differences in what kind of relationship we’re looking for. A few days ago I discovered I was pregnant with his child. I told him, and together we decided to terminate the pregnancy. The situation has caused us to become very close, very fast… and I think I’m falling in love with him.


It was something I realized in retrospect, but she had the kind of smile that you can only have if you&#8217;ve really suffered. It&#8217;s sort of hard to explain—like when you come back from despair you can laugh more deeply and the smallest bit of contentment means everything. I&#8217;ve seen such genuine depth in so few smiles that I knew she was special even if I didn&#8217;t fully understand why.
Over the course of an hour (the time it took for me to perform her medical procedure) I learned that she had been a child during WWII in England, and she had learned the proper way to respond to bomb scares from the numerous times she&#8217;d dealt with them. So when she encountered one here in NY working in a music building filled with children, she was the person who lined everyone up and evacuated the whole building. Later in life, it wasn&#8217;t a bomb but a fire that took her husband and house. She awoke from a coma to find herself widowed and homeless.
"You have to laugh, or you&#8217;ll cry." were some of her first words to me. She also said, "It rains on the just and the unjust alike but more on the just, because the unjust have the just&#8217;s umbrellas." She couldn&#8217;t remember who that quote was by—I think it was Cormac McCarthy—but she swore by it enough that it should have been hers. I don&#8217;t know her story. I don&#8217;t know how she survived when she came out of her coma, and I don&#8217;t know how she got to where she is today. But I do know that she laughed more than anyone else I&#8217;ve ever met, and her laugh was beautiful.

It was something I realized in retrospect, but she had the kind of smile that you can only have if you’ve really suffered. It’s sort of hard to explain—like when you come back from despair you can laugh more deeply and the smallest bit of contentment means everything. I’ve seen such genuine depth in so few smiles that I knew she was special even if I didn’t fully understand why.

Over the course of an hour (the time it took for me to perform her medical procedure) I learned that she had been a child during WWII in England, and she had learned the proper way to respond to bomb scares from the numerous times she’d dealt with them. So when she encountered one here in NY working in a music building filled with children, she was the person who lined everyone up and evacuated the whole building. Later in life, it wasn’t a bomb but a fire that took her husband and house. She awoke from a coma to find herself widowed and homeless.

"You have to laugh, or you’ll cry." were some of her first words to me. She also said, "It rains on the just and the unjust alike but more on the just, because the unjust have the just’s umbrellas." She couldn’t remember who that quote was by—I think it was Cormac McCarthy—but she swore by it enough that it should have been hers. I don’t know her story. I don’t know how she survived when she came out of her coma, and I don’t know how she got to where she is today. But I do know that she laughed more than anyone else I’ve ever met, and her laugh was beautiful.