| 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...

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

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...

| 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...

| This is the 564th story of Our Life Logs® | I was born and raised in Las Vegas in the 1960s as an only child. I had a wonderful...

There would be many days that I would come home so excited from a great day at work only to be greeted by anger, resentment, and depression.

Originally, my parents planned on filing for citizenship when they had the money. But, that’s the problem with raising four kids...

| This is the 558th story of Our Life Logs® | My name is Felicia, but people call me Foxy because my high cheekbones and dark chocolate...

I remember washing my armpits in the sink of the bathroom at work, layering on the deodorant, all while hoping nobody would notice the...

| This is the 556th story of Our Life Logs® | My name is Mark Taylor. A bit about myself: I’m 23 years old, I was born in Concord...