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

In the Light

| This is the 269th story of Our Life Logs | When I was growing up, the world of the LGBT community was almost strictly for homosexuals, and the idea of being transgender was taboo and only talked about in small doses. So, what happens when something so…marginalized is part of your identity? I, Kristen, formally known as Christopher, had to figure that one out, but … Continue reading In the Light

Survival Is Only the Beginning

| This is the 268th story of Our Life Logs | There are some days that stay in our memory longer than others. They are often the turning points in our journey: when something or someone comes into our lives, when we meet an incredible or terrible situation, or when we lose or gain something valuable. Whatever happens on that day, it changes the course of … Continue reading Survival Is Only the Beginning

From the Mud

| This is the 264th story of Our Life Logs | I was born at the start of summer on December 1, 1957, in Cape Town, South Africa. My mother described my birth as “the single most amazing experience” of her life. But even so, my existence was not enough to save her beautiful soul. To know my story, you must know my mother’s first. Ingrid, … Continue reading From the Mud