Always Beginning

| This is the 301st story of Our Life Logs | Many people search far and wide for a way to the truth. They turn their heads in every direction for fear of missing the right path, and yet, they miss the opportunities presented in the moment. I believe that all experiences in life are the stepping stones that eventually lead to one’s truth. And so, … Continue reading Always Beginning

I’m Still Breathing

| This is the 300th story of Our Life Logs | Stand, sit, eat, drink, poop, pee, and breathe—thoughtless functions for a healthy body. But there I lay, a limp, lifeless, 27-year-old inconvenience. I grew up in Massillon, Ohio in the ’90s, bookended by my two strong and very opinionated sisters. My parents, both being public school teachers, emphasized academia. My father, being a football coach, … Continue reading I’m Still Breathing

It’s All Possible

| This is the 299th story of Our Life Logs | Life began the year 1993 in a beautiful small town in Southern California. Our close-knit family projected the picture-perfect story with loving parents, huge apple trees to climb, and a million sun-kissed memories. Sadly, every beautiful story is entangled with a monster. The monsters that haunted my life and broke my sweet laughter were violators … Continue reading It’s All Possible

When I Decided to Stop Drowning

| This is the 293rd story of Our Life Logs | My childhood was a tangled mess of emotions that I still have a difficult time unraveling. There were some good memories. I was born August 29, 1980, in Fredericksburg, Virginia, and remember many gleeful summer trips to Mississippi with my parents and my older brother Kevin. Those trips were full of laughter, love, good food, … Continue reading When I Decided to Stop Drowning

As the Fog Clears

| This is the 292nd story of Our Life Logs | My parents had me on June 27, 1952. I grew up in Yazoo City, Mississippi, the third of five children. My childhood was full of laughter, smiles, and love. One of my fondest memories is swinging so high on the playset in our backyard that the metal poles would come out of the ground. My … Continue reading As the Fog Clears

There Is Peace in Every Storm

| This is the 291st story of Our Life Logs | All of us have been given a purpose—I believe it. Finding it is the challenge, and once finding it, taking the risks necessary to fulfill it can be daunting. Unfortunately, it has never been my nature to take risks in anything. You could even say that I never have lost that Midwest attitude to “just … Continue reading There Is Peace in Every Storm