| 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.

Before I begin, let me tell you a few things about me... I’m a gender queer actor who loves to sing, dance, and shatter stereotypes.

I was the fastest boy at Whittier Woods Elementary School. When it was time for the races for the Presidential Physical Fitness awards...

I remember the fear in my mother’s eyes...I remember the pounding of my heart. It was the first night my father came home drunk...

From a young age I dreamed of distant lands. Adventures in exotic places filled my head as I made my long walk...

As the positive comments rolled in at the potluck, I could feel myself begin to float. Maybe I really could do this...

...As a child, I spent most of my time outside. The more time I spent in it, the closer I grew to it, and my love reached further...

my father was a poor shopkeeper with little earnings to feed, clothe, and provide for my mother, my four siblings, and me...

My father was a police officer, and my mother ran a small shop. My life started out normal...

Maybe it would have been a lot different if life had stayed peaceful and carefree like when I first came into this world...

Unfortunately, the north also houses some of the poorest and least privileged of the country. Labor can be as easily bought and sold...

Through all these years, I’ve gathered wisdom from a deep well of experiences and had opportunities to chase my dreams again and again...

My young whirring mind was as sharp as a whetstone, always looking to gain more knowledge. I was fascinated by how things worked...

My health anxiety, the irrational fear of being or becoming ill, leads me to manifest symptoms of sicknesses I’m afraid of catching...

With so little to do, teenagers hung out and partied in the barns. Life in our community was slow—with the exception of the one...

I’d climb on the roof of the house. I knew it was forbidden, but it felt like a faraway and mystical place. It still kind of is...

I, conversely, was born with a creative mind and a depressive disorder that manifested in some of the worst and weirdest ways. My talent...

And suddenly pop—there I was. Well, it wasn’t so much a pop, and I’m sure there was a whole lot more screaming and bad language, but...