Tilling a New Path
| This is the 210th story of Our Life Logs | It was 1989 in Nairobi, Kenya. I was just two years old, barely out of my weaning stage, when my parents called it quits on their marriage and served me my first plate of loneliness. My mother took the highway and never looked back, not even at me! My father was left to care for … Continue reading Tilling a New Path
Up in Flames
| This is the 208th story of Our Life Logs | For as long as I can remember, all I desired was a simple life for my family, alone in the wilderness. This wasn’t without struggle, of course, but it never failed to bring us peace. Then, with one fire, we lost everything. I was born and raised near Denver, Colorado in a family of four … Continue reading Up in Flames
In My Mind’s Sight
| This is the 208th story of Our Life Logs | I spent the early part of my life dreaming. I was born in Mobile, Alabama in 1978 as the eldest of five kids. As an introverted girl who loved to read and write, I wanted to be successful and see the world that I had really only read about in the books I poured over. … Continue reading In My Mind’s Sight
In Our Memories
| This is the 207th story of Our Life Logs | I was born on June 18th, 1974 in Mentor, Ohio, and joined my happy family—made up of my doting parents and my exuberant older brother Jimmy. Naturally, being four years older made Jimmy the boss of me. I always looked up to him, though I must admit I played the part of an annoying little … Continue reading In Our Memories
Killer Passion
| This is the 206th story of Our Life Logs | Nothing is as exhilarating as feeling the wind against your face on a speeding motorbike. It’s a power only the rider controls. I thought my life would remain under my control just like my biking prowess, but instead, I saw it from the fence as it got woven into a spin of itself. When that … Continue reading Killer Passion
A Life Interrupted
| This is the 205th story of Our Life Logs | As with everything in life, we plan ahead, and things appear to be completely fail-safe. But sometimes the unexpected happens, and it throws you a curve ball that irrevocably changes your entire life. I was born in May 1976, in Pretoria, South Africa, the oldest of four kids. I was a bubbly little girl who … Continue reading A Life Interrupted
At the End of the Day
| This is the 204th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1957 in Framingham, Massachusetts, the second of three children. I was the wild one; the black sheep. Once, when my cousins were over, they dared me to ask my mother what “lesbian” meant. So, being the bold one, I agreed to the dare. Not only did I get smacked across the … Continue reading At the End of the Day
Seeking the Light
| This is the 203rd story of Our Life Logs | I always like to imagine how joyous my parents were on May 27, 1988 when they heard my first cry as a newborn baby. In a little town located in the southwestern part of Nigeria, my life started out beautiful and calm. I was the third born and the second boy among five siblings. My … Continue reading Seeking the Light
The Truth About Wealth
| This is the 202nd story of Our Life Logs | I am the middle child of three, born in 1980 in a small village called Ibogun in Nigeria. I had a loving mother and a strict father who raised his children with the toxic mentality that being rich was a sin, and being rich would eventually lead one to hell. My father refused to work … Continue reading The Truth About Wealth
Shapeless
| This is the 201st story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Washington D.C. in 1945, right after WWII. I didn’t grow up with a mother, father, or even a family. As a little girl, I used to wonder about my father. I imagined him as a brave soldier who, upon returning from fighting in WWII, met my mother and fell in love … Continue reading Shapeless
Where There Is Healing
| This is the 200th story of Our Life Logs | I was brought into this world in 1984 in a small town in Bulgaria. My parents were rational-minded people who valued thought and logic over feelings and emotions, and were interested in more traditional, Western values. I say this because I grew up with a tendency of curiosity. I wondered why their values did … Continue reading Where There Is Healing
Amongst the Fog
| This is the 197th story of Our Life Logs | When I accepted myself as a lesbian, I was in my 30s, married to a man for 10 years, and had two children. It was the first time I had a label for what I had been feeling for years. But I don’t regret coming out because the life I lived as I came … Continue reading Amongst the Fog
