A Latecomer’s Dream

| This is the 215th story of Our Life Logs | I believe that an underrated statement is when people say the “mid-life crisis” can change your existence. I should know. Earlier this month I turned 40. When my parents initially immigrated from the Philippines, they traveled to Hawaii to stay with my great-grandparents where they found a nearly nonexistent job market. Turns out, picking guavas … Continue reading A Latecomer’s Dream

The Waves of the Mekong River

| This is the 213th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Laos in 1964 to a family that already had two little girls: Akela, 4, and Vatsana, 2. My father had so wanted a boy, but alas, I was girl number three. My mother told him not to worry, for the next baby would be a boy to carry on his proud … Continue reading The Waves of the Mekong River

Each and Every Journey

| This is the 211th story of Our Life Logs | Who am I but many stories— Each and every adventure far greater than the last. 1 | My Father Especially I was born in 1964 in Nanjing, a city in eastern China immersed in the nation’s deep culture and enduring history. My parents—my father especially—were very liberal for the society in which we lived. My … Continue reading Each and Every Journey

Killer Passion

| This is the 206th story of Our Life Logs | Nothing is as exhilarating as feeling the wind against your face on a speeding motorbike. It’s a power only the rider controls. I thought my life would remain under my control just like my biking prowess, but instead, I saw it from the fence as it got woven into a spin of itself. When that … Continue reading Killer Passion

A Life Interrupted

| This is the 205th story of Our Life Logs | As with everything in life, we plan ahead, and things appear to be completely fail-safe. But sometimes the unexpected happens, and it throws you a curve ball that irrevocably changes your entire life. I was born in May 1976, in Pretoria, South Africa, the oldest of four kids. I was a bubbly little girl who … Continue reading A Life Interrupted

At the End of the Day

| This is the 204th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1957 in Framingham, Massachusetts, the second of three children. I was the wild one; the black sheep. Once, when my cousins were over, they dared me to ask my mother what “lesbian” meant. So, being the bold one, I agreed to the dare. Not only did I get smacked across the … Continue reading At the End of the Day