| This is the 263rd story of Our Life Logs | Have you ever met someone that was such a complement to your soul that meeting them was like discovering a color you had never seen before? Suddenly, the world felt a little brighter, the sky a little bluer, and life’s worries a little less…worrisome. That person for me wasn’t a love interest, but a dear … Continue reading Where We Left off
| This is the 262nd story of Our Life Logs | Trace all our sketches, all our etches in time, some hold all our reasons, some only a rhyme. —“untitled” by John Stalter I was raised through the ’90s in Midwestern Minnesota by parents born in the ’60s, two upstanding, conservative Christians who worked their way into a larger piece of the pie thanks to their … Continue reading Words That Heal
| This is the 261st story of Our Life Logs | Let’s take things back to March of 1989. The 16th of March, to be specific, in Barnsley, a mining town in South Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. Margret “The Iron Lady” Thatcher was at the helm of the country and the nation was collectively grooving along to the strains of “Too Many Broken Hearts” by … Continue reading And I Am Happy
| This is the 260th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1987 and grew up in Asaba, Delta State, Nigeria with a younger sister and hard-working, loving parents who encouraged me from a young age to get educated and build a career of my own. By the time I graduated secondary school in 2006, I decided to go to Delta State University … Continue reading To Rebuild
| This is the 258th story of Our Life Logs | My eyes followed the long, winding road ahead of me. I was only about 70 miles into the Appalachian Trail (with about 2,100 to go). No way in hell was I going to make it. I walked off the trail, hitchhiked to the nearest town, and abandoned the adventure. Quitting often means you’ve failed at … Continue reading The Beginning of the End
| This is the 257th story of Our Life Logs | I planned to climb out of my castle and ride my white horse to victory. To me, it sounded simple. Unfortunately, no one told me that a leap from the tallest tower makes for a great fall. I was born into a Korean-Japanese family. I think the best word to describe my childhood is: extraordinary. … Continue reading Once, There Was a Princess
| This is the 256th story of Our Life Logs | As a child, I dreamed of my parents staying together, loving each other, celebrating my birthdays and making me feel like a princess. Sadly, dreams remained dreams, and I hardly had anything close to that. I was born in 1982 in Trenton, New Jersey. My parents broke up when I was still little, and my … Continue reading When We Choose Forgiveness
| 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 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
