| 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...

When I was growing up, all the old folks in my family would say, “I got sugar.” The old folks in my family wouldn’t elaborate...

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...

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...

| This is the 563rd story of Our Life Logs® | Rat-tat-tat-tat! I yelled. I screamed. I couldn’t move. I was ready to die. I am originally...

| This is the 552nd story of Our Life Logs® | As people, we like to believe that there’s something called “normalcy,” normalcy referring...

“Oh my god. I have bulimia face. Again,” I muttered, poking myself in front of my mirror. “Bulimia face” meant my face looked puffy

I grew up in the late ’90s with the life that most people would dream about as a kid. My house was a few blocks from the best beaches...

Courage is found in kindness. It’s everywhere and it’s ready to take hold of your heart as soon as you give it enough room...

My dad and brother worked on our farm while my mom owned and operated the local grocery store. Our house was attached to the store...

My parents got married in the ‘70s. Twenty years later, I guess they figured it was about time to have a child. That’s where I came...

A bird loves to feel the wind in his wings and the clouds brushing his feathers as he flies. It is exhilarating. It is his life...

My wheels are a chariot to freedom rather than a temporary crutch to prop me up from the harsh aspects of society...

Life can be tricky; it’s like teetering along the edge of a cliff. One setback can land you on the streets...