The Poetry Of

Man, life is funny. But life’s experiences can be powerful tools we carry as we journey step by step through this world. I often reminisce about all the struggles I faced—some I created myself. Yet, through it all, I thank Jehovah God for bringing me out of those...

As I sit here reflecting on my work life,I realized a long time ago that the profession I chose is both challenging and rewarding. While many employees work hard day in and day out, there is one who stands out among the best: Heather Bryant. Heather is quiet. She...

The Story of Geraldine Francis Devoir, and I live with autism I noticed a long time ago that people looked at me differently. Kids at school were so mean to me. They mocked me, called me names, and pushed me around. But what always struck me was how those same kids...

“Love caught off guard is the strongest love found.” A New Chapter It was a hot day on the beach.Jenna walked alone, soaking up the sun and feeling the sand beneath her feet. After a week in Virginia, this was the first perfect day. It had rained for the first five...

Frankie loved going to the school just down the street from his house. Every day was full of fun—learning new things, coloring bright pictures, playing games, and laughing with his friends. Frankie liked making new friends, and he liked sharing. He played happily with...

Denesha was just 14 years old when her life changed dramatically. She moved from the bustling city of Los Angeles, California, to the quiet town of Fort Smith, Arkansas. The adjustment wasn’t easy, she missed the energy of the big city—but her parents were...

As I sit here, reflecting on all the good times we shared, I can say without hesitation that you were one of my favorite aunts. You weren’t afraid to discipline me when I needed it, and I still remember how you’d run to tell my mother—earning me the dreaded double...

Dedicated to my cousins, whom I love dearly—Nina Diaz and Jordan Releford I remember when I first met you, Sebastian. It must have been sometime in the fall—maybe October or November. The leaves were turning, the air was crisp, and I had gone over to my cousin...

Charles used to have everything that mattered—his wife, his two children, Charles Jr. and Chloe, and a peaceful home in suburban Maryland, just five minutes from the heart of Washington, D.C. His family was his world. He worked hard, provided for them, and believed,...

My name is Dimitri. I am thirteen years old, and I used to live in Kiev, Ukraine, above a small shoe shop with my father, Vladimir. He was all I had. My mother died the day I was born. I never knew her, but I saw her in the way my father smiled—only sometimes—and in...

My name is Ana Martinez. I am 8 years old, and I was born in Fort Smith, Arkansas, in a small apartment with my mother, Griselda Martinez-Lopez. She was all I had. My father, Francisco, was deported back to Mexico a few months after I was born. He died a few years...