Until We Meet Again
| This is the 336th story of Our Life Logs | When it happened, everyone claimed that the grief would only last a year until I was able to move on, so I consoled myself with this small hope of a future without tears. But as time passed, I discovered that “everyone” was wrong. Grief became a part of me. What was I to do? I … Continue reading Until We Meet Again
A Life Full of Colors
| This is the 335th story of Our Life Logs | I have lived a life of colors, starting with mostly dark shades until I finally reached the bright hues I’m in today. I was born in 1987 in Taguig, Metro Manila, the Philippines, to a Nikkei-jin (Japanese descendant) mother and a pure Filipino father. I grew up in the highly urbanized and busy streets of … Continue reading A Life Full of Colors
To Breathe Once More
| This is the 334th story of Our Life Logs | As a young girl, my purpose was as fickle as the wind, but my hope was firm. I wanted to be as loved and as encouraging as I knew my dad to be. In my muddled world, my dad’s heart was simple and clear. I had no intention of ever living without it, without him. … Continue reading To Breathe Once More
As Crazy as It Was
| This is the 333rd story of Our Life Logs | I was born on February 14, 1985, in sunny California. I’d love to tell you that being born on Valentine’s Day was the ultimate gift for my parents and that I gave them a strengthened unity, but that would be a lie. I can’t remember a time my parents got along. I don’t remember laughing … Continue reading As Crazy as It Was
Diseased, but Not Defeated
| This is the 332nd story of Our Life Logs | From a young age, I was eager to work hard, stay disciplined, and pursue my dreams. I couldn’t wait for the day I graduated from college, became a teacher, and had my own classroom. The world was at my fingertips…until…it wasn’t. I was born March 26, 1998, and grew up in Maine with my two … Continue reading Diseased, but Not Defeated
No Longer Empty
| This is the 331st story of Our Life Logs | When I was six years old, I sat in a chair and pretended to nurse my dolls. I was very conscientious with them as I cared for their every need. I saw it as practice for when I would be an adult and have my own children. From a young age, I knew this was … Continue reading No Longer Empty
Waiting for Peaceful Skies
| This is the 330th story of Our Life Logs | A patient of mine, a World War II veteran, sat in front of me on the examination table. I made a note in his health card and suggested some vitamins for better vision. He shrugged, “It is hopeless, Doctor. I will never see anything clearer than the battlefields in 1944. Those pictures hold me there, … Continue reading Waiting for Peaceful Skies
A Life Not Lost
| This is the 329th story of Our Life Logs | The past has claws— The future has wings. Born in 2001 in Gainesville, Florida, I was first taken from my parents when I was just a one-month-old baby boy because of sexual abuse and incest. My father was registered as a sex offender. Over time, my father lost all rights to see me, while my … Continue reading A Life Not Lost
Facing My Truth
| This is the 328th story of Our Life Logs | Looking back, there were small signs of who I’d become. I was born in 1992 in Indiana, but with a dad in the military and parents who divorced when I was four, I grew up all over the United States. Nothing fancy, but nothing normal, either. Still, I managed to make friends with the neighborhood … Continue reading Facing My Truth
To Them, I Owe My Wings
| This is the 328th story of Our Life Logs | My beginning was safe. I had a mother who loved me unconditionally and never let me out of her sight. But, even unconditional love and a safe home can harbor rough seas when you are the only one keeping the boat afloat. My mom had me out of wedlock in Gonzalez, Louisiana, in 1955. Either … Continue reading To Them, I Owe My Wings
The Lamb Was Sure to Go
| This is the 327th story of Our Life Logs | I once met a woman named Mary, and Mary was quite contrary. She loved planting and making things grow. We met in LA, and ever since that day, she has made my smile show. Much like a nursery rhyme, this meeting seemed like it came straight out of a book. I met Mary when I … Continue reading The Lamb Was Sure to Go
To Dream Greatly
| This is the 326th story of Our Life Logs | On March 23, 1985, in the remote farming village of Homabay County bordering the Gusii land of Kenya, I was born with ideas spilling out of my head. Ever since I can remember, I listened to the stories and news on the radio, longing to be part of the airwaves. I toyed with the idea … Continue reading To Dream Greatly
