| This is the 477th story of Our Life Logs | Miami was sleepy in the ‘50s—nothing like the bustling buildings and energy it has now. When my family moved across town, over the canal to 87th street, it was like the world dropped off. Everything beyond that was a bunch of streams, lakes, and (in true Floridian fashion) swamps where you could walk for miles without … Continue reading Who Are the Good Guys?
| This is the 467th story of Our Life Logs | To almost every girl in this world, her father is a role model, a star she looks up to. She thinks of him as her savior, her guide, a protector, and most importantly, the source of help and support on which she can rely on in the toughest of times. But God changed up a few … Continue reading When the Truth Came to Be
| This is the 418th story of Our Life Logs | What is a flower in the dark? It is nothing— But in the light It can be made new. -CW I was a Hispanic baby, born prematurely in Indiana in 1988 to a single mother and an absent father. I know she loved me, deep down, but she loved drugs more. When I was little, she … Continue reading So, I Was Made Anew
| This is the 339th story of Our Life Logs |Every story has a beginning. And my story is one that is all about beginnings. In fact, I perfected the act of starting over and in a way, it became my way of life. I could say that I faced it all and stood high, but that would definitely be a lie. I fell on my … Continue reading It Starts After the Fall