A fist crashed into Ghada Aziz’s eye, snapping her head back and turning her legs to straw. Pain exploded in her face and she wondered if...
Dear Sisters and Brothers, My father died recently. And when I wasn’t nursing my irreparably broken heart or praying for his everlasting happiness in the gardens...
Have you ever tried watching an old sitcom years later and found yourself identifying more with the parents and less with the teens? I find myself...
I walked into an interesting conversation the other day between a middle-aged woman and her teenage daughter. It was happening in front of a ladies room...