I wanted to be in the operating room with her. But only her husband was allowed. We had discussed and planned it. I was supposed to be there with her. My sister and I rarely spent time apart growing up. We did everything together. She is what I call high-energy… …

My grandfather, I called him Acaca, spoke one language Afaan Oromoo. One of the languages spoken in Ethiopia. Unfortunately I could not. So we never really had deep conversations. He grew up in Ambo — a city in Ethiopia. A farmer by trade, he was in perfect health even in…

Shiro Therapy. That was what we called it. Thursday nights at a small restaurant in downtown, me and my friend would meet. We would order a dish called Shiro and catch up. There was something nice about the consistency of the day, the place and the meal that made it…

A True Coming To America Story — I discovered the land of opportunities in the summer of 1999. Beaming with hope about what I could do and who I would become. If there was a scent for hope, it would be exactly what an immigrant smells in the air when they make landfall. Like Eddie Murphy, my…

“Don’t meet your hero.” A friend said. “Their imperfections may disappoint you.” Dr Richard Bernstein is my hero. He was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at the age of 12, in 1964. At that time, it was a death sentence. For two decades he followed the recommendations of his doctor…