More Than the Struggle

| This is the 192nd story of Our Life Logs | I was born and bred in Lagos in the late 80s, growing up with four siblings. More specifically, I hail from Ini, Akwa Ibom in Nigeria. My childhood was a long-term nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. My father was very violent and abusive, so I never had a chance to enjoy being young. … Continue reading More Than the Struggle

Under an Unlucky Star

| This is the 189th story of Our Life Logs | My mom used to say that I was born under an unlucky star, hurled up into the sky above Chicago, Illinois, over the exact hospital and room I entered Earth, in the year 1974.  She didn’t say this out of hatred or spite. No, she loved me dearly, but her opinion was formed with hard … Continue reading Under an Unlucky Star

The Promise to Myself

| This is the 186th story of Our Life Logs | When people look at me, they see a happy woman, slow to take and quick to give. What they don’t know is the harsh truth under this smile. I was born on June 27, 1969 in Chicago, Illinois and lived with two loving parents and an older brother. I stayed there up until the age … Continue reading The Promise to Myself

In My Wildest Dreams

| This is the 186th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Washington, D.C. in 1991, and lived in the surrounding counties throughout my childhood. In 1999, my parents faced some financial struggles, so Grammy and Grandpa opened the door to us. It was just like the weekends we sometimes spent with them…only longer! As an eight-year-old, I adored living with my grandparents, … Continue reading In My Wildest Dreams

Hence, the Crossing Point

| This is the 185th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the late 1950s. My parents were very alert people, writers who valued the fundamental rights of humans. The arts took the place of religion in our family, as striking as that may sound. My three older siblings and I were taught through dance, visual arts, the written word, … Continue reading Hence, the Crossing Point

Life as We Know It

| This is the 183rd story of Our Life Logs | My mother used to say that struggle is a person’s middle name. People are always struggling, if not physically then for sure mentally. I never took her seriously until I became an adult and experienced it for myself. I was born in Bahawalnagar, a small village near Bahawalpur city in Punjab, Pakistan in 1977. My … Continue reading Life as We Know It

Running Deeper Than Friends

| This is the 182nd story of Our Life Logs | I pried my eyes away from the TV screen to look out the window, to the trees, to the sunlight…to that strange world out there that gave me such discomfort. Noting the optimism of the sunlight and recoiling from it, I returned once again to the drab space where sat my TV and continued playing … Continue reading Running Deeper Than Friends