| This is the 550th story of Our Life Logs® | Growing up, I would hear people say things about my mother. She was a crackhead. A...

Coming from an area where many are illiterate, we had no idea what the virus truly was or how deadly it was. All we knew was that it was

As the baby of the family, I was the apple of everyone’s eye. My dad was a businessperson who worked at a supermarket...

My father made little money as a government officer and could not afford to take care of us kids...

Miami was sleepy in the ‘50s—nothing like the bustling buildings and energy it has now. When my family moved across town...

Even now I’m still stunned when I think of the way it all went so fantastically to hell in front of my eyes...

...In that time, race was a pretty big issue, with African Americans having spent the past decade fighting for their civil rights...

We would grow up, and things from our childhood would start making sense. But some things are always going to be beyond our comprehension...

Behind every proverb, there is experience and reflection. Now, I don’t claim to know it all, but I know what I’ve lived...

A bunch of wildflowers left my hands and dropped upon his grave. It was clear that the goodbyes were final. I was burying my husband...

My parents were both originally from the northern region of Vietnam but fled south to escape communist rule...

They say that life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make makes you. In my life—in chasing my dreams, in fighting to provide...

Simple routines on a farm had me dreaming of life beyond our vast fields. I decided at a young age that I would love to travel the world...

I grew up watching how hard my father worked to earn bread for us. Because he was a mason, my father spent his days under the hot sun...

By Georgia, my parents got divorced. After seeing their marriage decay, I stopped believing in love. I stopped believing that I would be...

That all changed in the summer of 1941, when the Second World War hit our snowy streets. Slowly, food became a luxury...

We were Turkish, and like the other Turkish families in Germany, my sister and I were taught to be responsible and helpful...

It’s crazy to look back on my life and see that I went from a nun candidate to a mother of five. For years, I wondered why...

I couldn’t focus in school and started flunking my classes. Then, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, which is where I met Sammy...

I fell on my face so many times I lost count, but the thing that made my life different was that I refused to stay down...