From Trauma to Freedom

| This is the 521st story of Our Life Logs | Born in May of 1992, I was raised in the suburbs of Long Island, New York. From a very young age, I had a sensitive heart and big emotions that were reflected in my actions. I could be drawn to tears and fall into the lowest of the lows. Back when I was a child, … Continue reading From Trauma to Freedom

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Galloping Through the Darkness 

| This is the 506th story of Our Life Logs | Listen to the audio: Isn’t it funny how we always stick a label on ourselves? From where we were born to what we do, somehow we always manage to tie a label on it. It’s not all bad, though. Some labels act as our family—wearing them makes us proud and feel like a part of something wonderful. And then, there’re the bad ones—they box you … Continue reading Galloping Through the Darkness 

Until Further Notice

| This story is part of our mini-project #ShareVoicesNotGerms | We’ve asked our audience to share their blog post, poem, tweet, short video, stream-of-consciousness note they typed at 3 AM, quick proverb, seven-part full-length drama–really anything they’ve created to get them through the COVID-19 pandemic. Our hope is that it will get you through too. If you’d like to contribute, simply submit your “anything” here. … Continue reading Until Further Notice

At the Start of My Journey

| This is the 449th story of Our Life Logs | Growing up in Ozone Park in the New York borough of Queens in the 1980s was not easy for me. My childhood was not sweet, to say the least. Instead of love and security, it was filled with mockery and humiliation. I mean, my parents gave us kids—my twin sister, older brother, and me—basic things like … Continue reading At the Start of My Journey