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My American story started whenmy grandfather arrived from Italy in 1908.

Most days I feelglad to be alive and blessed to be a New Yorker.

My American story started whenI was born in the Midwest in the mid 20th century. Times really were much simpler, not necessarily easier. We had less trash because we reused most everything. As kids, we were much more imaginative in our play. The neighbors watched out...

What gets me out of bed in the morning ismy desire to start a family! I always wanted to be a mom! My heart is so full of love & life. Caring for my friends & family is rewarding, but I felt there was more to...

The people I relate to areother parents who have children diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome. No one else understands the tremendous heartache, worry, hard work and joy that goes into parenting a child with this syndrome. This syndrome is devastating, affecting all parts of my dear son.

The tradition I carry on isevery Christmas Eve my family gathers together and opens presents at midnight. This is something we have been doing since I was little. The family will gather at around 6pm and then all the kids will be in one room playing...

The tradition I carry on ismaking tamales every Christmas Eve. Me and the rest of my family get together and decide who's going to be doing what. Usually it would be my dad and tio's cooking the meat and everything we're going to use to put...

My greatest challenge iswaiting for a grandchild to be free of cancer. Diagnosed at 16 months, she is now five years old and on a clinical trial that is promising. At diagnosis, we were just months away from retirement. You know the drill; big RV, hit...

My American story started whenRalph and Elizabeth Blaisdell came ashore at Pemaquid Point, Maine on August 26, 1635. Mine is the European story of America. The Blaisdells grew with the country and stretched across the continent with the country. They joined my...