When my mother was pregnant with me, all the family had been expecting a baby girl. Though when the morning came, they were quite shocked...

HIV/AIDS infiltrated my family, first taking my father when I was three and then my three-month-old brother soon after. After my father...

I grew up in a very close-knit family in Kisumu, Kenya. We were like a big team because we knew we could always rely on each other...

Nothing melts my heart like watching the little smile on a baby’s face. The clutched tiny hands, the feet kicking freely in the air—just...

My mom was a nurse, and my dad was a realtor in Lekki, Lagos. My dad was strict with me since I was the first born, but my mom had a warm...

I’ve always been the type of person that would go out and experience something for myself rather than watch someone else do it...

My early life was not easy because my father was an alcoholic. He would spend more than half of his salary at the local bar drinking...

Before all the construction took over, I would walk up to the hills that weren’t cleared off and breathe in the summer air. You could see...

When I was a little girl, I can remember my dad saying to me, my brother, and my sister: “Your papaw was a good man, and I’ve tried my...

It’s hard to close the doors to the past. Though sometimes, it is necessary to move on, because that closed door often opens another...

At 43, I’ve lost a lot in my life. I’ve lost homes, family members, and jobs. Though I lose things, I fight to gain back what’s possible...

Though I’m only about 24 years old, I’ve experienced the bitterness and sweetness of life. Throughout my journey, I had moments when I...

When it appears that the world is trying to destroy you, you have two options. You can let it, or you can fight back. Even in times when...

Walking away from Wall Street was something I had to do to find happiness in my life. That kind of lifestyle wasn’t how I wanted to spend...

| This is the 41st story of Our Life Logs | Life is about gathering research. We do not know our solutions or our destinations until we...

| This is the 40th story of Our Life Logs | I was fortunate to be raised by the gentlest and kindest woman I’ve ever known. I was an only...

However, this was not something I was able to do from a young age. I had heard stories of children that found their faith and devotion...

Growing up in the dusty countryside of Kenya was fun and typical for girls of my age in the early 1990s. Life was blissful. Sometimes I...

My life was never perfect. I went through some obstacles that would normally scar a child. I experienced losses in my family that pushed...

I couldn’t remember the last time dad wasn’t sick. Mom had never been consistently in my life due to her mental illness. Dad did a great...