| 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

I remember washing my armpits in the sink of the bathroom at work, layering on the deodorant, all while hoping nobody would notice the...

| This is the 540th story of Our Life Logs® | I used to always believe that everything happens for a good reason and that you have absolutely no control over it. I've always let fate take charge over my life, but when it came to death, I wanted so badly to be in control, just once. Loss does not discriminate. It comes for everyone eventually, leaving a hole left in your heart, soul, and life. But can one do anything about it? Of course not. I couldn’t, so, how could you? How

He looked around and came a bit closer as if all set to reveal a secret. “There are rumors that a few inmates are infected with the virus

Coming from an area where many are illiterate, we had no idea what the virus truly was or how deadly it was. All we knew was that it was

I’ve often wondered what drove me to have those wicked thoughts of wanting to commit suicide. Did I, in fact, have a mental illness?...

But it is also known for being smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, where children say “yes, ma’am,” and “no, sir,”...

I was born into what became a large family of eleven children. As I was one of the oldest, I had new siblings on an almost yearly basis...

I had a good early childhood...However, happiness is easy to be interrupted. All that changed when I started secondary school...

When I was three years old, I was diagnosed with a birth defect called phocomelia. Both my legs are defective, twisted and lifeless...

The sun flowing through the crack of the window was not able to warm up the icy cold that was invading me at every thought of my future...

HIV/AIDS infiltrated my family, first taking my father when I was three and then my three-month-old brother soon after. After my father...

I grew up in a very close-knit family in Kisumu, Kenya. We were like a big team because we knew we could always rely on each other...

There are times in life when we must choose whether we hold on to hate, or forgive and forget. Holding on to hate is the more common...