| This is the 564th story of Our Life Logs® | I was born and raised in Las Vegas in the 1960s as an only child. I had a wonderful...

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...

Each time we visited the hospital with the fear that this would be the time, the moment life would leave my father...

Growing up in a very strict Christian family, I was expected to settle down and start a family. As I waited for Mr. Right...

I’ve often wondered what drove me to have those wicked thoughts of wanting to commit suicide. Did I, in fact, have a mental illness?...

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

You never think it’s going to be you until it is. And then it is...

To me, my father, my so-called “hero,” single-handedly ruined my life and my family, all over a personal dispute...

15 miles over in the town of Chilhowie. This is the place I consider my childhood home and where my story truly began...

They say that an angel’s wings are made up of the troubles of the souls they protect...

Growing up, I’ve noticed that many people, especially men, think they are entitled to a lot from a woman. They think they have the right...

I was a very reclusive child and a runaway kid. There was already so much going on inside my head and I couldn’t handle the overload...

As one of my favorite poems says, “Thursday’s child has far to go.” I was destined to go afar...

At the time, my father was unemployed and my mother was the teen-mom stereotype. They were already burdened with a daughter before me...

My mom had five children to two different men, and I was the second. We were all girls and close in age...

My new parents were loving, good-hearted people who tried to adopt children with special needs who otherwise might not get the care they...

I had an eventful and adventure-filled childhood because I was a wild kid. I always found myself in trouble with just about everyone...

When I was young, my parents moved to Minnesota, to a town of 600 people. So, from the start, I was raised a bit separate from society...

I had a good early childhood...However, happiness is easy to be interrupted. All that changed when I started secondary school...

I can’t remember a time my parents got along. I don’t remember laughing around a kitchen table or a single family-film night...