BY EVA BELL Writing was always my first love. One thing I wanted above all else was to be a writer. But my father had

BY LISA CORTEZ ‘I’m bored already,’ my mother said, removing her reading glasses and throwing my manuscript down on the coffee table. She’d come to

BY LIZ AMOS I have a confession to make: no one told me this. No one sat me down, looked me in the eyes and