My grandma remembers coming over and noticing how pale and sickly I looked as a baby. She would ask my mom, “Aren’t you going to feed her...

I was born on August 18, 1988 to a timid mother and a drug-addicted father. My father was in the picture for the first six months of...

What I know for sure is that every soul on this earth needs an escape, an outlet, a safe harbor in which to lose themselves and, ideally...

After trying to have a child for fifteen years with no success, my parents had grown desperate and immigrated from Britain to the state...

Most of my fond memories were spending time with my parents and two younger siblings: putting up the Christmas tree together; enjoying...

I had a very cheerful childhood—at least until I turned four. That was when my parents got divorced. Studies say that people often don’t...

The human spirit is very resilient. We can pick back up when we fail, and fail, and fail. We can find hope when we are still battling...

I grew up with a warped understanding of love and received little attention from my parents. I searched for affection all my life, but...

As the youngest and only girl in my family, I was spoiled a lot and had tons of fun when I was little. I remember coming down the stairs...

My younger brother was very naughty, and while my other siblings and I were in the kitchen, we watched him drink all the coffee and then...

My parents fought throughout my whole childhood. The very first memory I have is sitting in a car seat by the front door while my parents...

My mom worked tirelessly to make money with multiple jobs while my dad refused to work more than one job. To make matters worse, my dad...

Our favorite was hide-and-seek. We would hide in unconventional places like the fridge or dryer. My father worked in logistics, and my...

People look at me and think they see a girl that has it all together. I rent a condo on my own, I have a loving boyfriend, and...

I’ve experienced many cracks in the road of my life, but I continue driving. Some of the cracks turned out to be deep potholes that...

| This is the 38th story of Our Life Logs | I’ve been married three times to people who tried to break me. I am not a quitter. I never...