Not Broken Yet

| This is the 89th story of Our Life Logs | My parents fought throughout my whole childhood. The very first memory I have is sitting in a car seat by the front door while my parents screamed through the house. We lived in a typical Midwestern American suburb in the early 1990s with manicured lawns and fancy cars in each drive way. My neighborhood … Continue reading Not Broken Yet

To Be Brave Again

This is the 58th story of Our Life Logs.   I was a typical child, raised in Kentucky during the mid-1990s, often playing games with my three siblings. Our favorite was hide-and-seek. We would hide in unconventional places like the fridge or dryer. My father worked in logistics, and my mother could never keep a job. When I was about 13, my parents divorced, and my big … Continue reading To Be Brave Again

All Roads Lead to Somewhere

This is the 46th story of Our Life Logs. I’ve experienced many cracks in the road of my life, but I continue driving. Some of the cracks turned out to be deep potholes that busted up my exterior, and I’m still working to pick up all the pieces. Even so, I’ll never stop moving forward because I know a paved road is on the horizon. … Continue reading All Roads Lead to Somewhere

A Warrior, Not a Worrier

| This is the 20th story of Our Life Logs | The thoughts come like unwanted waves of nausea. There is bound to be some negative outcome. Like nausea, you just want to vomit and get it over. But thoughts of death don’t just go away. They linger like the plague. They interject themselves at every turn and persuade you that life isn’t worth living … Continue reading A Warrior, Not a Worrier

Rising to Breathe Again

| This is the 19th story of Our Life Logs | I watched as my uncle’s casket was lowered into the grave. With him, my dreams buried forever. I must have fainted because when I came to, the burial ceremony was already complete.  This one man–who showed me that much affection I needed–just died. All the dreams he shared with me, paying my tuition fee … Continue reading Rising to Breathe Again

Forgiveness Is the Attribute of the Strong

| This is the 2nd story of Our Life Logs | There are times in life when we must choose whether we hold on to hate, or forgive and forget. Holding on to hate is the more common reaction. We want justice for a wrong done to us by someone else. We hope that karma comes around to shame and hurt all those that oppress … Continue reading Forgiveness Is the Attribute of the Strong