| This is the 607th story of Our Life Logs® | My name is Benigno Pérez Sahuarare and I was born in 1994. I’m from the Okosatere community...

The thing I remind myself is something on the back cover of Pushover: No one likes to think they are a pushover until they are over being...

After that day, I struggled to make sense of why that happened and what I’d just seen. My whole world had changed. If you chose to fight...

By the time I moved on to middle school, I had created a different mask for every environment I was thrown into. It was easier to fit in...

rom the day he taught me the basic chords, I was hooked, and I picked it up really well. My thirst to learn everything there was to know...

So, when my family would get on me about my grades, I’d say something like, “I’m a musician. The highest I gotta count to is 4.”

Coming from a Nigerian American background, Marve didn’t pursue his true passion at first out of an obligation to meet expectations. However

| This is the 590th story of Our Life Logs® | I was born in a difficult time for my country, but I didn't know it then. I grew up in a...

The panel told me that they hated my freckles and that I was too short. Hearing that from the people who could change the path of my life...

Now comes the hard truth: If you’re not in love with your life, or at least enjoy most aspects of it, it’s not a good time to try and...

| This is the 568th story of Our Life Logs® | I was always a curious child. Wandering around, always wanting to know more and to be more....

| 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...

| 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...

I even felt my dad betrayed me. Why did he even bother to sit and draw with me if this is what would happen in the end?

Before I begin, let me tell you a few things about me... I’m a gender queer actor who loves to sing, dance, and shatter stereotypes.

Well, let me start my story with a parable: “There once was a very small girl whose mother asked her to fill up a barren valley with water..

Isn’t it funny how we always stick a label on ourselves? From where we were born to what we do, somehow we always manage to tie a label...

My family was not too poor, but we most certainly weren’t rich. We lived in a joint home with my uncles who were illiterate farmers...

The hall reverberated with the sound of applause as my name was called and I strolled to the podium. The space was teeming...

I was the fastest boy at Whittier Woods Elementary School. When it was time for the races for the Presidential Physical Fitness awards...