A Seussian tale for a rainy day. 

I miss her, I knew I would, and it’s that deep-in-your-bones kind of missing when you know that a part of yourself is gone, like a severed finger. 

On a snowy evening in the fifth grade my parents found me hiding underneath the bed, my face slick with tears.

Grace was stunned by her father's reaction and couldn't hold back. “I have to follow what I feel is true in my heart. Can't you understand that?" 

The Singh family decides to celebrate their differences. 

This is a great, important time in our lives.

Bright gold high-tops with ruby red tongues. 

Wouldn’t life be so much easier as a child, when people find you endearing in a crown and your face is still young enough for neon pink lipstick? 

Stand loud and proud today! The Smile Project celebrates YOU.

What will happen if others find out about Jack Sharpe's secret?

I remember thinking that I was the one who got myself here and I would keep going until I had my family with me once again.

Tradition may have brought them together but their desire for the undiscovered is what ultimately bonds them.

His hazelnut eyes widen and jolt into focus as the words hit him like the heat of a Calcutta sunrise: In three weeks' time, he is to leave his wife and newborn daughter to make a life out West.