| This is the 606th story of Our Life Logs® | Life doesn’t come with a manual, but if it did, I know it would say this: No matter how the...

The thing I remind myself is something on the back cover of Pushover: No one likes to think they are a pushover until they are over being...

| This is the 604th story of Our Life Logs® | I am 17. Poised like a cliff diver at the edge of the precipice. Steeling myself to make...

| This is the 603rd story of Our Life Logs® | There’s a storm today Maybe not over you But eventually, rain gets bored of elsewhere it...

| This is the 602nd story of Our Life Logs® | “Ma’am, you have been ordered to come with us.” That was what was said to me on one of the...

| This is the 601st story of Our Life Logs® | Do not hold your breath when life is kind. Do not perish when life is painful. The wheel...

After a few days, I wasn’t getting better and messages from friends stopped coming. They started to avoid me. I was a burden...

| This is the 599th story of Our Life Logs® | For as long as I can remember, I lived and worked on the Corbin Plantation in Lambert,...

She was forced out of her haveli in India and sent to Pakistan. With nothing to her name and a need to make money, she became a prostitute..

After that day, I struggled to make sense of why that happened and what I’d just seen. My whole world had changed. If you chose to fight...

By the time I moved on to middle school, I had created a different mask for every environment I was thrown into. It was easier to fit in...

rom the day he taught me the basic chords, I was hooked, and I picked it up really well. My thirst to learn everything there was to know...

So, when my family would get on me about my grades, I’d say something like, “I’m a musician. The highest I gotta count to is 4.”

Coming from a Nigerian American background, Marve didn’t pursue his true passion at first out of an obligation to meet expectations. However