When I was four years old, I almost died of starvation in former Yugoslavia. I remember what it feels like. And I don’t mean that as an idea, but as a physical, very real truth. Hunger wasn’t just a word for me. It was pain and suffering, waiting and not knowing if I’d survive, and…
War followed me into every chapter of my life – from Sarajevo to the suburbs of Chicago From the beginning of my journey, I always wondered why I had decided to embark on such a tumultuous path. I wondered what the purpose was – if there even was a purpose. What I have discovered is…
Why Truth matters – and always will. Truth. I’ve been thinking about this more than usual lately. Especially this past election season, but ever since COVID back in 2020 (wow, it’s been 5 years already!?!), it seems like so much more truth has been uncovered, and it is no longer quite as easy to bury…