| This is the 556th story of Our Life Logs® | My name is Mark Taylor. A bit about myself: I’m 23 years old, I was born in Concord...

| This is the 555th story of Our Life Logs® | Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some clear your path. My path began 40 years ago....

Day 2: November 19, 2020 We checked into the emergency room at our local hospital. They ran all kinds of tests to make sure her oxygen...

As I watched my son get dirt on his clothes and static from the slide in his hair, I realized...

| This is the 552nd story of Our Life Logs® | As people, we like to believe that there’s something called “normalcy,” normalcy referring...

| This is the 551st story of Our Life Logs® | The year was 1981. I was fresh out of high school in Las Vegas, Nevada, and I had just...

| This is the 550th story of Our Life Logs® | Growing up, I would hear people say things about my mother. She was a crackhead. A...

| 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...

That was it. I threw the dish I was holding right into the TV. And then another. Another. I threw every dish at that game until the sink was

With a straight face my mother replied, “It would have been better if you had let me die.”

And for a month, my heart was as empty as my home. I locked myself in my room and stared at the wall, wondering if, within the details

| This is the 545th story of Our Life Logs® | Writer’s note: A very special “thank you!” to Shamsa Alsuwaidi for her invaluable help in...

| This is the 544th story of Our Life Logs® | I don’t know if my story even matters, one of an illiterate woman from the slums of...

It was a tough reality to come to terms with: now I had an opioid addiction ​and ​a global pandemic on top of that to worry about. I was

As we gathered up belongings we could fit in our hands, we sulked out the door, knowing that life was never going to be the same after this.

We spoke with my father on the phone right before he was put on a ventilator. My heart broke as I apologized to him that I couldn’t take

| 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...

| This is the 539th story of Our Life Logs® | The first thing you need to know about me to understand my story: I am autistic. I was not...

One morning, my wife and daughter woke up feeling feverish. I thought it was a common cold or some infection at first, but days passed

For years, I had worked day and night for my sons to get the education they needed so that they could get away from their abusive father