Hospitals are not the best places; no one wants to stay, but one was my favorite place for six months
relocated because of their race. They had to adapt to a new way of life by realizing they had to work harder
by mail and sewed curtains by hand to hang at our new windows and to cover our windows and our shelves
she loved me in the same unconditional way as my mother did. Whenever I needed something I knew I could
The family he had was not the perfect family; the mother was having another child that she would then not
the waking sun just beginning to fill my room. I sit at my vanity in my white silk robe, the cool wind
all summer long, my mother was working. Running through the halls of a hospital helping people who lost
His mother had now been battling cancer for years. On and off with different lengths of chemo and her
ago on October 28, 1996 at Dallas Presbyterian Hospital, Texas, where 22-year-old Maria Luisa Nava was
groggily opened my eyes and pulled myself out of bed. I loathed leaving the confines of my blankets this