I always dreamed of helping people, but I put it all on hold to raise my kids. Now that I've found my calling, I'm facing upheaval at home.
The “magic number” helped foreigners like me get by without learning the language. But I didn’t feel at home in China until I finally hung up the phone.
From kindergarten to culinary school, people made me feel like my family’s food was backward. Now I cook dishes that push diners to confront their own prejudices.
What might seem like an easy task to most can be a Herculean challenge for someone with dissociative identity disorder.
During my unplanned pregnancy, I reveled in my new body and the pleasures it brought, while hiding from the pain I knew would come when I gave my child away.
After a lifetime of resentment, working with other T.B.I. patients finally helped me understand the riddle that is my mother's mind.
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