Every Scar Is a Battle I’ve Won

| This is the 353rd story of Our Life Logs | Immediately after I was born in Pima, Arizona, in the spring of 1980, I was given up for adoption and sent to a Catholic orphanage. Within six weeks, a family came and took me home. My new parents were loving, good-hearted people who tried to adopt children with special needs who otherwise might not get … Continue reading Every Scar Is a Battle I’ve Won

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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

Surrounded by Fear

| This is the 281st story of Our Life Logs | My health anxiety, the irrational fear of being or becoming ill, leads me to manifest symptoms of sicknesses I’m afraid of catching. A freckle that would otherwise be perceived as insignificant is a potential threat to me. I think, could this be cancer? It’s probably a tumor. A headache that’s stronger than usual or a … Continue reading Surrounded by Fear