| This is the 565th story of Our Life Logs® | My story begins amid sad circumstances in the 1960s. My parents were both born in India and...

That was it. I threw the dish I was holding right into the TV. And then another. Another. I threw every dish at that game until the sink was

With a straight face my mother replied, “It would have been better if you had let me die.”

And for a month, my heart was as empty as my home. I locked myself in my room and stared at the wall, wondering if, within the details

| This is the 544th story of Our Life Logs® | I don’t know if my story even matters, one of an illiterate woman from the slums of...

| This is the 540th story of Our Life Logs® | I used to always believe that everything happens for a good reason and that you have...

My parents waited anxiously for my birth as I was their first child. They loved me like no other and dotted over me, but our poverty...

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...

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

I loved my mom, but I didn’t get much time with her because she had bad lungs. She already had asthma, but her job only worsened...

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 family got smaller when I was 12 after my dad became suddenly ill. He was rushed to hospital and died four months later...

I thought I had come alive again and walked away from the past that haunts me. But you see, that past, it fastens itself to me...

When it happened, everyone claimed that the grief would only last a year until I was able to move on, so I consoled myself with this...

I had good, rowdy mates to play Cricket with and go to raucous Saturday morning kids’ movies with, and I went to a private British school...

I was born in 1987 and grew up in Asaba, Delta State, Nigeria with a younger sister and hard-working, loving parents who encouraged me...

I grew up feeling like an only child, as my siblings were much older. My relationship with my siblings was good, but I didn’t see them...

In 2008, my whole world imploded. Everything I thought was supposed to take place in my life, bar the details, was blown to smithereens...

I’ve always heard people say that nothing good ever happens after midnight. For the longest time I found that to be true of my birth...