To Begin in New Delhi
| This is the 407th story of Our Life Logs | In the north of India, we pride ourselves on our “superior sophistication,” as we are fair-skinned and beautiful. Unfortunately, the north also houses some of the poorest and least privileged of the country. Labor can be as easily bought and sold as milk on the market—which is where my story comes in. I was born in … Continue reading To Begin in New Delhi
What Is Praiseworthy
| This is the 406th story of Our Life Logs | I was the third child in a family of eight, born in February 1972 in Nairobi, Kenya. For the first few years of my life, all my immediate family lived in a low-income, one-roomed apartment in the city within a close-knit community. I say this because my mother (whom I attribute my looks and my sharp … Continue reading What Is Praiseworthy
No More Wandering
| This is the 405th story of Our Life Logs | The person I am today is not even close to the person I was 20 years ago, and I’m proud of that. I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil in 1982, but we moved to Florida in the US when I was only two. I grew up sheltered from life—the kind of sheltered where it was … Continue reading No More Wandering
The Expeditionist
| This is the 404th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in the small fishing town of Kitimat in British Columbia, Canada, in the late 80s. My mother at the time was working at the local fish hatchery, and my father was an amateur photographer and garden landscaper. One could say that I had creative parents, another could say they were nature-loving hippies, and … Continue reading The Expeditionist
Where I Fit In
| This is the 403rd story of Our Life Logs | I was born in October of 1979 on the Weisbaden US Airforce base in Germany. I was the oldest of three boys. When I was just a few months old, we moved to California for my dad’s job. My dad was an engineer for a federal contractor and my mom was a homemaker. We ended up … Continue reading Where I Fit In
Life in the Mountains
| This is the 403rd story of Our Life Logs | Located at the extreme north of Pakistan, Nathia Gali is considered to be one of the most beautiful and scenic places in Pakistan. Every day is filled with friendly weather and the aroma one can only find in the mountains. This place is where I opened my eyes for the first time in 1958 to Khan … Continue reading Life in the Mountains
Home Is What We Feel
| This is the 402nd story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1982 in Campbellford, Ontario, home of the world’s largest two-dollar coin and roughly 8,000 small-town folks. My dad was a prison security guard—a big guy you did not want to mess with. My mom was a sweetheart and worked at a big-brand food company in Coburg on their packaging line. Even with … Continue reading Home Is What We Feel
I Love This Life Because You Are in It
| This is the 402nd story of Our Life Logs | They say that daughters are a blessing, but that was not my reality. You see, I was born in a very small village in Pakistan, called Kasur, in 1979, and for years, I blamed myself for my mother’s death because she died after giving birth to me. My father was never really meant to be a … Continue reading I Love This Life Because You Are in It
At 0,000 KM
| This is the 401st story of Our Life Logs | When all is behind you, When sharp pebbles and raindrops have faded into your footprints And the path ahead is new, Take heart once more. —C.W. I was born on a Thursday in April 1986 in Rutherglen Maternity Hospital, on the outskirts of Glasgow, Scotland. As one of my favorite poems says, “Thursday’s child has far … Continue reading At 0,000 KM
To the Absent Friend
| This is the 400th story of Our Life Logs | To start this off, let’s get some context out of the way. My name is Mark Taylor, I was born in Groton, Massachusetts, in 1997, and I’ve spent most of my life in this state. I went to public school until my first year of middle school, and after that, I left and went to school … Continue reading To the Absent Friend
A New Lesson
| This is the 399th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1980 in Scotland and grew up in a small house on the outskirts of the small town of Oban. My parents taught us to work hard, help our neighbors and be respectful of others. My mum worked in an office and looked after her three children, of whom I am the oldest. … Continue reading A New Lesson
Now I Know the Difference
| This is the 398th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the extremely religious culture of Draper, Utah, in the 1990s. My parents had a loving marriage and raised me to believe that family was the core purpose of life. Girls married right out of high school at 18 in my neighborhood, like an unspoken tradition. I thought I’d follow the same path. … Continue reading Now I Know the Difference