brian batch
My mom passed when I was 18. It was very tough on me and I held a lot of guilt around her final years for a long time after she passed. Then she came to me in a dream one night. It was so real. It was real. We talked for what seemed like 2 hours. Read more >>>
Tanja Ross
I nearly gave up when my brother Slava ended his life, worn down by the same nomadic, witchy, street-busking existence we endured after coming to America in pursuit of my mother’s dream of fame. The grief was unbearable, but I knew it wasn’t yet my time. Read more >>>
carleigh lienemann
I stopped hiding my pain when I realized that pretending to be “fine” was only keeping me small. For so long, I wore my struggles like a secret, afraid that if people saw the cracks, they’d think I was weak. But the truth is that the moments that broke me also built me. Read more >>>
