| This is the 255th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1948 in Chester, New York at the height of the baby boom. My father, a full-blooded Italian, wanted the American Dream to be his family’s future. We moved to one of the first suburbs in America in Chester. My father owned an ice cream shop a couple blocks from our house. … Continue reading A Man’s Redemption
| This is the 254th story of Our Life Logs | Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, or boast, or follow the exact schedule you planned. Love is messy, love is unpredictable, and it has a way of pushing you to your breaking point. Still, love always protects, always trusts, and always perseveres. That is the love I know. I was born … Continue reading Love Perseveres
| This is the 253rd story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 2007, in Peshawar, a city in the Northwest Frontier Province of Pakistan. My mother is a housewife and my father owns a grocery store. When I hear my parents talk about money, it does not seem stressful, so I don’t worry. I have my own worries. Waking up has always been … Continue reading The Black Day
| This is the 252nd story of Our Life Logs | Lying in a steaming bath-tub, water lapped against my naked body. The pressure of the clear liquid surrounding me made the bruises on my hips ache, the heat made my head foggier than a dock at sunrise. This was the twenty-seventh time, yet I was still with him. I sunk under the waves and wet … Continue reading The Last Time
| This is the 251st story of Our Life Logs | I was born at the very end of a very hot spring day in 1963 in San Antonio, Texas, a premature baby born at only 4.1 ounces. But what I lacked in pounds, I made up for in volume. I learned at a very early age to speak often and loudly. I was a middle … Continue reading Because We Love
| 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
| 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
| 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
| 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
| 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
| 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
