Fight Like a Mother

| This is the 470th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1962 amid the sprawling streets of Annapolis, Maryland, and lived on its outskirts for the first 12 years of my life. Then we moved for a couple of different reasons. First of all, in that time, race was a pretty big issue, with African Americans having spent the past decade fighting for … Continue reading Fight Like a Mother

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Fearfully and Wonderfully

| This is the 465th story of Our Life Logs | South Carolina, my home state, is known for many things—sweet tea, unmistakable accents, Charleston. But it is also known for being smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, where children say “yes, ma’am,” and “no, sir,” and in most stereotypes, these children get shooed outside to play with a mess of siblings and cousins, because … Continue reading Fearfully and Wonderfully

When Horizons Fall

| This is the 456th story of Our Life Logs | Editor’s Note This is the story of Maureen Fitzpatrick, an American writer and poet, as captured by the team at Our Life Logs®. While the following has been written to match the tone and voice of Maureen, please note that any discrepancies are creative liberties taken by the writer and agreed upon by the storyteller. Enjoy. … Continue reading When Horizons Fall

You’ll Understand When You’re Older

| This is the 437th story of Our Life Logs | “You’ll understand when you’re older.”  It’s a phrase that we have all heard growing up. Sometimes that was true. We would grow up, and things from our childhood would start making sense. But some things are always going to be beyond our comprehension; there will be some memories that we will look back on in 10, … Continue reading You’ll Understand When You’re Older

From India to Scotland with Love

| This is the 394th story of Our Life Logs | My story starts far away in India, where I was born in the bustling industrial city of Chennai, in 1986. I was the second of four children and the oldest girl. Traditionally, Indian families want boys, but as they already had a son, my parents welcomed my birth with all their heart. Later, my mum told … Continue reading From India to Scotland with Love

An Innate Survival

| This is the 349th 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 who lived … Continue reading An Innate Survival