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  She is a young artist. A quite extraordinary one. She makes characters come alive with vibrant colors and shades for children who are gifted. But what makes her even more extraordinary is that she lives in Ukraine; and there are bombings going on right outside her home; yet she has the drive to focus on her creations with such unique strength while facing an ugly and unwarranted war. Her indomitable spirit to do good, and her absolute genius inspires us to do our best too.     Maryna is one of our very own Bright Buddies’ Global Champions. Her...

  The day he hatched, I cried in joy, I said, “Sky’s your name, my little boy. You're the best thing that’s happened to me, And I’m going to be your Mommy.”   Seeing my reflection in his eyes, gave me a bit of a surprise. Because for the first time in life I understood, Feathers and wings like mine were good, But a loving heart was what I wanted to share. Could that also be seen in my child's stare?   I questioned this more as Sky grew, Because whenever I said, “I love you,” All he ever answered...

  I’m sure every single one of you remembers the day that you received that wonderful news that you were going to be parents, hands down the best day of your life, right? As if on autopilot–your thoughts immediately run away with you and already you are looking into the mirror ball and seeing this perfect and blissful journey up ahead, through life with your bundle of joy. But alas. It often is not as black & white as that now, is it? Upon one of your checkups before the baby arrives–your doctor shares the news with you that the...

We sat there, I was cold and scared, terrified I would say.  Her dad had no expression on his face.   I had her sitting on my lap, she was so little, only a few days and she would be turning 3 years old.  She was fidgeting, barely acknowledging the psychologist trying to engage her.  She couldn't answer his questions, she didn't play with the toys appropriately.  I nervously tried to excuse her lack of attention.   He just took notes, he smiled with kindness like trying to calm us down.  After an hour of evaluation, he said the words.  He explained...

 SKY was a kind and friendly little owlet. He had soft blueish grey feathers and big, beautiful owl eyes that glowed in the dark. Sky looked like other little owls except that he was different. Sky couldn’t talk the way the other forest animals could, all he could say was “Hoo.”  That was alright, because his mommy, Neblina always seemed to know what he meant and seemed to know everything about her little owl baby. Sky also didn’t eat meat the way other owls do, the texture and taste made him feel uncomfortable, so, Neblina took him foraging for fruits...