You Have to Startup Somewhere

| This is the 282nd story of Our Life Logs | October 9, 1962: I was born in Norwood, Massachusetts, to first generation Russian/Polish Americans from immigrant families. I grew up in the nearby city of Millis in our Cape-style house. It was small, but it was home. My young whirring mind was as sharp as a whetstone, always looking to gain more knowledge. I was … Continue reading You Have to Startup Somewhere

Surrounded by Fear

| This is the 281st story of Our Life Logs | My health anxiety, the irrational fear of being or becoming ill, leads me to manifest symptoms of sicknesses I’m afraid of catching. A freckle that would otherwise be perceived as insignificant is a potential threat to me. I think, could this be cancer? It’s probably a tumor. A headache that’s stronger than usual or a … Continue reading Surrounded by Fear

As I Looked into the Eyes of My True Love

| This is the 279th story of Our Life Logs | I did not come into a perfectly happy world upon my birth in 1883. My mother had always blamed my father for disappearing into his dirty business as a horseman, leaving her with five (and eventually six) children all alone in a small village in southwestern Russia. And while that may have been true and … Continue reading As I Looked into the Eyes of My True Love

The Recovering Serial Monogamist

| This is the 276th story of Our Life Logs | How did the cycle begin? I was born in 1992 and lived in Central Florida until I graduated high school in 2010. The youngest of three, I was the apple from my mother’s tree. We both loved hard, had quick tempers, and didn’t filter our thoughts often. Unfortunately, this was completely foreign to my father’s … Continue reading The Recovering Serial Monogamist

A Hundred Years, a Million Memories

| This is the 275th story of Our Life Logs | At 100 years old, I’ve roamed the earth longer than many. I watched the Prohibition, Elvis Presley, and over a dozen presidents come and go. I’ve lived through The Great Depression, World War II, the assassination of John F. Kennedy—the list goes on and on. With this much time on earth, I’ve faced a lot … Continue reading A Hundred Years, a Million Memories

The Scars Tell My Story

| This is the 273rd story of Our Life Logs | Fall down seven times, stand up eight. (七転び八起き) –Japanese proverb I was born in the winter of 1985, in the heaving metropolis of Joburg, South Africa—city of gold. I don’t remember much about it because soon after, we moved to the sunshine city of Cape Town. My mom was 28 when she met my dad. … Continue reading The Scars Tell My Story