| 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...

People used to look at me and see nothing more than an addict who couldn’t keep a needle out of her arm long enough to...

Teaching, preaching, writing, and interacting with students of all ages gave me a sense of satisfaction, and I was happy...

I know she loved me, deep down, but she loved drugs more. When I was little, she tried selling me for $1,000 to fund her addiction...

We had many adventures and shenanigans together. Unfortunately, both Stephen and I were influenced easily by peers...

Weekends were filled with helping my dad around the house and maybe going to the movies or hanging out with friends one day a week...

I believe that all experiences in life are the stepping stones that eventually lead to one’s truth. And so, I would like to share my...

I’m not proud of how I reached popularity in college, but the statue of limitations has since passed, so it is what it is at this point...

But then…it was all over, and they divorced when I was just three years old. My dad moved on to yet another young gorgeous woman...

But even so, my existence was not enough to save her beautiful soul. To know my story, you must know my mother’s first...

My father owned an ice cream shop a couple blocks from our house. His dream was a colorful candy store but with the blistering heat...

I have always been an easy-going person. Most of my life, I had basically had one mood: happy, more than able to roll with the punches.

As a child, it seemed like the world around me inspired the power of creativity flowing into my hungry, curious mind. Filled with...

Today it has become a revamped, artsy district, but when I was born in 1987, it was a place full of gangs, violence, and drugs. I thought...

I was a “surprise” to my parents because they were already in their mid-40s when I came along. My two brothers were much older than me...

Let me take you back to when I was just six years old. My chronic asthma was a plague against my childhood, as I was in the hospital more...

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...