Writing

No matter how hard I try, the earliest memory I can reach takes me back to age five. My father holding an old black film camera — already vintage even then — pointed straight at my face.

They live "gray lives," paralyzed by the fear of failing, the fear of judgment, and the fear of the end. But here's the raw truth: A coward dies a thousand deaths, but a warrior only dies once.

In 2017, a routine medical exam changed everything in our home. My father was diagnosed with skin cancer. I was still very young, but I had already seen other family members lose similar battles against the same disease.