I remember how I used to wait for my mother to feel ready enough to take me back. But I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

| 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...

My father was registered as a sex offender. Over time, my father lost all rights to see me, while my mother’s supervised visits were...

I was born with a birth defect that made one of my legs much shorter than the other. When people hear about this, they assume that I’m...