One Look Changed Everything 

| This is the 520th story of Our Life Logs | I was born a few weeks before Christmas of 1978 in Phoenix, Arizona, to a 16-year-old mom. She named me Bradley Currie Jenkins, giving me her last name because her boyfriend, my dad, wasn’t interested with me. Still, I was wanted and loved, cuddled and kissed, by my mom. I remember I had a blue and white teddy bear that I slept with … Continue reading One Look Changed Everything 

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In the Blink of a Bloodshot Eye

| This is the 486th story of Our Life Logs | Addiction isn’t picky. Trust me. You can come from family dinners and a good education and still fall into dependence. I sure as hell did. I was born in 1962 in Coshocton, Ohio. By the time I was about 10, we moved down to Cincinnati where I had a happy life, two loving parents with good … Continue reading In the Blink of a Bloodshot Eye

Life Without Drugs

| This is the 479th story of Our Life Logs | 2013, Virginia Beach. “Dude, they’re coming over the fence right now, bro! You gotta come here, man!” I rolled my eyes. There he goes again—always so paranoid. “Slow Man, I already told you, nobody coming here to rob us, dude. I literally just moved these tools in here yesterday. If you’re gonna be trippin’ like this … Continue reading Life Without Drugs

To Return to Myself

| This is the 462nd story of Our Life Logs | As a little girl born in 2001, I didn’t grow up knowing anything but my family’s small farm in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, the two horses we had and the beef cattle. I can still remember how it felt like to wake up to animal noises, to play in the creek, my feet all muddy and wet. I … Continue reading To Return to Myself

When Horizons Fall

| This is the 457th story of Our Life Logs | Editor’s Note This is the story of Maureen Fitzpatrick, an American writer and poet, as captured by the team at Our Life Logs®. While the following has been written to match the tone and voice of Maureen, please note that any discrepancies are creative liberties taken by the writer and agreed upon by the storyteller. Enjoy. … Continue reading When Horizons Fall