I couldn’t go through with having this baby. I just couldn’t. Even though I knew my own safety was in jeopardy, I acquired two ecstasy...

My attention deficit was at its apex and my school teacher father was about at his wits’ end for my failing grades and my apathetic...

| This is the 582nd story of Our Life Logs® | One year ago, I never would have imagined sitting in a quiet log home, 30 miles north of...

I wish I left at that moment, but I didn’t. I was young, dumb, and in love. It went downhill from that point on...

Hovering eyes made me believe that I was really something to be looked down upon. They made me believe that I deserved to be mistreated...

There was no packing, no preparation, no goodbyes. My grandmother came and gave him his wool cap. He put it on and left in a hurry...

Unable to raise himself or reach his cell, he lay on the floor for hours before his son came home to find him. I wish he could have...

Over time, I learned to see the good with the bad in my mother. From what I remember, my mother was...

The panel told me that they hated my freckles and that I was too short. Hearing that from the people who could change the path of my life...

As I sat on the exam table, the doctors took my mother aside and explained to her that I had a brain tumor and that they were so sorry...

The cops found the drugs. I was arrested. I was sentenced to seven years in prison. At first, I was pissed at myself for getting caught...

I was just a teenager watching my mother grow weak. And when she was gone, my father was not the type to take over her caring spirit. He was

Despite the façade my dad wore the majority of the time, I’d also seen what was behind the mask. My Grandad used to call him “Jekyll and

It took about 12 hours before the search and rescue team found Eloy’s lifeless body on a sandbank. I called my mother-in-law, repeating the

Now comes the hard truth: If you’re not in love with your life, or at least enjoy most aspects of it, it’s not a good time to try and...

I remember how I used to wait for my mother to feel ready enough to take me back. But I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

| This is the 568th story of Our Life Logs® | I was always a curious child. Wandering around, always wanting to know more and to be more....

Most people think of their high school graduation as a marker in life, the moment you worked for years to accomplish. It’s the moment...

I caught him lying about money, women—you name it—and we argued about almost everything. One day, I asked him a simple question only to be

| This is the 565th story of Our Life Logs® | My story begins amid sad circumstances in the 1960s. My parents were both born in India and...