| This is the 552nd story of Our Life Logs® | As people, we like to believe that there’s something called “normalcy,” normalcy referring...

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

Her condition was so serious that they had to put her on a ventilator. We all prayed for her day and night, but she wasn’t improving.

It would take about two days to reach my mother, a small sacrifice for being there in her time of need.

Growing up, I saw thousands of faces in my town. I was born in Kasur, Punjab, in Pakistan. Kasur is a very small city...

My father was a police officer, and my mother ran a small shop. My life started out normal...

I shouldn’t have taken all those pills, I didn’t want to die. I needed to get to a phone to call 911, but it was so hard to move...

I weighed a little over two pounds. I was so premature that no one thought I would survive, but God had different plans for me...

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

It’s a late night under an inky sky as I walk across campus from the theatre back to my apartment. The chilly night air rustles past me...

I was born in Bryan, Ohio in September of 1993, arriving a year after the death of my older brother, who had been born with heart defects...

My father worked three jobs at one point, so my mother could stay home with my big sister, little brother, and me. Though my sister is...

I proudly held back tears from falling off my cheeks. Nothing has ever felt overwhelmingly good. I could not stop waving at the cheering...