It’s the Baby

| This is the 472nd story of Our Life Logs | Even now I’m still stunned when I think of the way it all went so fantastically to hell in front of my eyes. And then, what it took to bring me back to earth. I come from a small town in the South (USA). I was raised poor, the eldest of four that my momma had … Continue reading It’s the Baby

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I Buried a Piece of My Soul

| This is the 343rd story of Our Life Logs |I was born in East Kilbride, a town on the outskirts of Glasgow, Scotland, in 1980. As an only child, I always dreamed of having siblings to play with. My parents promised that I’d have a brother or sister one day. Unfortunately, that day never came, and my childhood was full of lonely afternoons playing by … Continue reading I Buried a Piece of My Soul

When Memories Come Alive

| This is the 341th story of Our Life Logs |“Memories comes alive whenThe earth moves the other wayAway from the twirling painThat rummages through the body;Memory comes alive whenHappiness walks into the parkBlackened by darknessAnd bereft of ideas.”I don’t know why, but my pen found a notepad this bright summer afternoon. I had taken a long nap and had woken up abruptly from a sleep … Continue reading When Memories Come Alive