“Why do you run on your tippy toes?” my cousin asked when we played soccer together as kids. It was a little weird, but we laughed about...

My father and I were recently on a walk near my home in Golders Green, London. As we passed a café, a middle-aged man caught my eye — and...

Meet Julie, a guest writer for this blog series. I didn’t have a name for what was happening to me, but I knew it was starting to become...

This is part of my story that no one knows, except family and close friends. I wanted to keep it that way. I wasn't sure others would...