It Was Just Us
| This is the 250th story of Our Life Logs | From Georgia to Germany to South Korea to Vietnam to Saudi Arabia, it was a love where distance was irrelevant. Do you ever reflect on a decision you made and realize it unknowingly changed the direction of your entire life? 1950 was that year for me. Fresh out of high school, I was working and … Continue reading It Was Just Us
Even Weirdos Deserve Love
| This is the 249th story of Our Life Logs | I was born January 18, 1974, in Spokane (now Spokane Valley), Washington. I suppose that at the beginning I had a fairly normal toddlerhood, meaning I grew, I learned, I tried to get into trouble and all that. But that all changed in the middle of my second year when I had a diabetic onset. … Continue reading Even Weirdos Deserve Love
A Walk to Cherish
| This is the 248th story of Our Life Logs | My parents had no idea anything was wrong with me when I was born in 1984 in Singapore. In fact, I seemed perfectly normal until about age four. That’s when I began walking on my toes with a sort of limp, as if I were to topple over at any second. With concerning stares, they … Continue reading A Walk to Cherish
Stepping into Big Farming Boots
| This is the 247th story of Our Life Logs | I was born July 22, 1996 in St. Louis Park, Minnesota. I grew up feeling like an only child, as my siblings were much older. My relationship with my siblings was good, but I didn’t see them very much. And for that reason, my parents were my best friends. They taught me to be adventurous … Continue reading Stepping into Big Farming Boots
It All Became Clear
| This is the 246th story of Our Life Logs | On March 16th, 1993, I was born and became another inconvenience to add to my parents’ list. My father left my hometown of Harrison, Arkansas when I was still a baby and never came back to us, and my mother’s on-again-off-again relationship with drugs eventually had me living with my maternal grandparents by age three. … Continue reading It All Became Clear
What the Heart Sees
| This is the 245th story of Our Life Logs | If I have to walk without my eyes, will you guide me? Will you lead me by still water? For if I go it alone, I fear I will not make it. I was born in 1978 in Houston, Texas, just six years before my dad died of cirrhosis of the liver. My mom kept … Continue reading What the Heart Sees
In the Game of Life
| This is the 244th story of Our Life Logs | Quirky and awkward. That’s how most people saw me in middle school and high school. I was the big kid with clumsiness in his DNA, who spent most of his time in front of the TV playing video games. But the people who made fun of me didn’t realize why my eyes stayed glued to … Continue reading In the Game of Life
As Our Dreams Unfold
| This is the 243rd story of Our Life Logs | Like some girls do, I used to dream of my marriage. On this day, I imagined myself in a white dress, surrounded by the people I love. I would fix my gaze on that of my dear and tender. This man—tall, slender, and a young, beautiful complexion of black ebony. Our first acquaintance would have … Continue reading As Our Dreams Unfold
Let It Be
| This is the 242nd story of Our Life Logs | My life began in 1967 in Long Island, New York. My dad was always in my peripheral vision, but as a busy musician, he never really stayed long enough for me or my older sister to get to know him well until I was a teenager. I spent the majority of my childhood with my … Continue reading Let It Be
When a Soldier’s Last Breath Moves the Flag
| This is the 241st story of Our Life Logs | I was born and raised in Houston, Texas in the 1960s by a very open and loving family. While I was one of five sisters (God bless our parents!), we rarely got in trouble. Maybe it was because we were angels, or maybe it was because they both hated to punish any of us girls. … Continue reading When a Soldier’s Last Breath Moves the Flag
To the Other Side
| This is the 240th story of Our Life Logs | June 1, 1990, Columbus, Ohio. This was the day I was born, miraculously, to a drug-addicted mother who couldn’t take care of me. I was born with fetal alcohol syndrome, diagnosed with bilateral cleft palates which made it hard for me to breathe, mild cerebral palsy, significant hearing impairment, and legal blindness. I came out … Continue reading To the Other Side
The Wound Is Where the Light Comes In
| This is the 239th story of Our Life Logs | Being the granddaughter of a famed, yet tormented writer is both a blessing and a curse. My grandmother and the other women in my line have been deemed mentally unstable, depressive, and worse. I am the only one not to have been electroshocked or institutionalized, yet many times in my life, I have thought that … Continue reading The Wound Is Where the Light Comes In
