When I Decided to Stop Drowning

| This is the 293rd story of Our Life Logs | My childhood was a tangled mess of emotions that I still have a difficult time unraveling. There were some good memories. I was born August 29, 1980, in Fredericksburg, Virginia, and remember many gleeful summer trips to Mississippi with my parents and my older brother Kevin. Those trips were full of laughter, love, good food, … Continue reading When I Decided to Stop Drowning

As the Fog Clears

| This is the 292nd story of Our Life Logs | My parents had me on June 27, 1952. I grew up in Yazoo City, Mississippi, the third of five children. My childhood was full of laughter, smiles, and love. One of my fondest memories is swinging so high on the playset in our backyard that the metal poles would come out of the ground. My … Continue reading As the Fog Clears

There Is Peace in Every Storm

| This is the 291st story of Our Life Logs | All of us have been given a purpose—I believe it. Finding it is the challenge, and once finding it, taking the risks necessary to fulfill it can be daunting. Unfortunately, it has never been my nature to take risks in anything. You could even say that I never have lost that Midwest attitude to “just … Continue reading There Is Peace in Every Storm

No More Pain

| This is the 289th story of Our Life Logs | When my father was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer in 2006, I remember an overwhelming feeling of relief. Relief. Who does that? Who has such a blessed feeling when their father has received a death sentence? If I told you why, would you understand? Could you? My life began in Honesdale, Pennsylvania, in 1981, a … Continue reading No More Pain

Forgiving Myself

| This is the 285th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the 1960s in Joliet, Illinois, as the second youngest of five kids. I don’t remember any meaningful interactions with my dad. Even when he did seemingly nice things like drop us off at church, he was really only doing it because it was on the way to a bar. Alcoholism ran … Continue reading Forgiving Myself