“Ahem!” I stood, elevated, on a curb in my grade school’s parking lot during recess. I had gone around to all of my friends and handed...

“You punch with your right hand, while you protect your face with your left fist.” I was eight years old and my grandmother was teaching...

I was on a mission. It was spring of my senior year of high school – graduation was upon us. I was about to leave that old Catholic...