| 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 442nd story of Our Life Logs | My dear, If you are set free, Then I’ll grab the moon And we’ll split it. But if the earth continues its grand pirouette And the stars do not align, I will smile and know that in those letters I was the center of your universe. -C.W. I was born in 1981 in Southwest France. I … Continue reading Yes, I Do
| This is the 423rd story of Our Life Logs | So, what do you want to know? I was born in 1982, grew up in and around Raleigh, North Carolina, and was raised by a mother who lived and breathed drugs. Our home wasn’t stable. We moved more times than I’d like to remember. My siblings and I accompanied our mother to a lot of clubs … Continue reading Leaving Hate Behind
| 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 383rd story of Our Life Logs | In 1953, I was born and brought up in Memphis, Tennessee. Being the fourth of fourteen children, there was little love or food to go around in our household, and from an early age, I wanted out as soon as I could manage. To make a long story short, I did. I got married at 15 … Continue reading First and Foremost, I’m a Mother