| 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. I was a curious child with fire in my veins. I knew I loved to create; it was a fuel that kept the fire inside me alive. Who knew that fire would be so vital? I was born in Croatia on July 23, 1983, one hot summer day and, as my mother always said, I was a troublemaker from the moment I came to this world. I never found it fun to do normal
| 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 skin reminds people of the legendary rapper Foxy Brown. Felicia, Foxy, I’ll answer to whatever. After what I’ve been through, I might even answer to The Queen of Hard Knocks. I could talk about my upbringing, but my journey doesn’t truly begin until about 27 years ago when I gave birth to my daughter. I was only 20! I wasn’t ready for that te
| This is the 549th story of Our Life Logs® | In 2007, I was born into a family that had an unspoken creed, and that was to follow your dreams. Before I was even thought of, my mom and dad had tried to get into the world of showbiz. Mom tried singing, and my dad tried rapping, and together they had such an amazing journey—one that I’m still learning about. Once I was born, however, my mom learned how much she loved being a mother. Even when our dreams change, we go for them.