The Art of Living

| This is the 103rd story of Our Life Logs | Living simply has been ingrained in me. I was born in the late 1950s in Danville, Kentucky, and raised by my great-grandmother. My mother’s parents weren’t involved in my mother’s life, much like my father was not there for me, so my great-grandmother stepped in. She raised both my mother and then me. Thanks to … Continue reading The Art of Living

The Feast of Life

| This is the 101st story of Our Life Logs | My childhood was spent in the small city of Manizales, Colombia. As the youngest in the family, my parents were quite overprotective of me. She didn’t let me go outside and play with other kids very often because she would worry about me. The isolation made me shy and socially awkward. My older brother … Continue reading The Feast of Life

100 Years and Counting

  | This is the 100th story of Our Life Logs | When I tell people I’m 100 years old, their eyes widen like they’re looking at a rare gem. I suppose I am, but I don’t see it that way. I have three crucial things that I think have helped me live this long. One: I take a tablespoon of cod liver oil every … Continue reading 100 Years and Counting

Despite the Fear

| This is the 99th story of Our Life Logs | I’m a native New Yorker of the Upper East Side, born in January of 1956. My parents gave me a lot of freedom, and I took advantage of that. New York City was full of possibilities for a young man looking for himself. I could go into the city and be whoever I wanted … Continue reading Despite the Fear