| This is the 602nd story of Our Life Logs® | “Ma’am, you have been ordered to come with us.” That was what was said to me on one of the...

My childhood was simple, as is most of life in our community. And for many years, it was all I knew, all I needed...

They say that daughters are a blessing, but that was not my reality. You see...for years, I blamed myself for my mother’s death...

A bunch of wildflowers left my hands and dropped upon his grave. It was clear that the goodbyes were final. I was burying my husband...

My parents were both originally from the northern region of Vietnam but fled south to escape communist rule...

This was the day I was born, miraculously, to a drug-addicted mother who couldn’t take care of me. I was born with fetal alcohol syndrome...

My family and I lived with my maternal grandparents who were avid travelers. They would take us on trips, big and small, to let us...

| 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...