For Penn State. It was homecoming. But homecoming has a deeper meaning to me this weekend. In November, of last year, my mother went into the hospital. She hasn't been released since. Today, almost one year later, she comes home.

This essay, has been on my heart for days, weeks, and months -- perhaps, even, my whole life.

To you who read this, I say: enjoy, wrestle, challenge, and see if some good might come out of this.

To my mother, mamami, my queen, Ayaba, I say, Welcome Home. We've been waiting.)