These Pages I Escape To

| This is the 354th story of Our Life Logs |Alright, let’s kick this off. This story starts in the early 2000s in Concord, Massachusetts, in middle school—sixth grade specifically—and if I’m to be perfectly honest, it was one of the lowest points in my life. I was never the kind of person who had an abundance of friends. On the bus, I’d find the first … Continue reading These Pages I Escape To

Every Scar Is a Battle I’ve Won

| This is the 353rd story of Our Life Logs | Immediately after I was born in Pima, Arizona, in the spring of 1980, I was given up for adoption and sent to a Catholic orphanage. Within six weeks, a family came and took me home. My new parents were loving, good-hearted people who tried to adopt children with special needs who otherwise might not get … Continue reading Every Scar Is a Battle I’ve Won

There Is Hope for the Unloved

| This is the 352nd story of Our Life Logs | I’ve learned when no one cares enough to keep you when you’re born or adopts you when you’re a baby, the odds are no one will care about you as you get older. I was no exception. But still, I held out hope for the longest time that someone would come along who’d love me. … Continue reading There Is Hope for the Unloved

An Innate Survival

| This is the 348th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in a small Italian neighborhood in the North End of Bridgeport, Connecticut, alongside my younger sister. Growing up in the 1980s, we spent our days running off with neighborhood friends, only returning home when the hum of the streetlights came on. If I wasn’t playing with friends, I was with my grandparents … Continue reading An Innate Survival