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

Where There Is Healing

| This is the 200th story of Our Life Logs | I was brought into this world in 1984 in a small town in Bulgaria. My parents were rational-minded people who valued thought and logic over feelings and emotions, and were interested in more traditional, Western values. I say this because I grew up with a tendency of curiosity. I wondered why their values did … Continue reading Where There Is Healing

The Way We Conquer

| This is the 174th story of Our Life Logs | November 23, 1972. Morning— What has happened to my father? Where are you taking him? Why isn’t he talking to me? These were the questions of a nine-year-old boy, the eldest child in the home, unaware of the coming hardships he might have to face after his father’s death. This is the story of … Continue reading The Way We Conquer

Unplanned Detours

| This is the 170th story of Our Life Logs | It wasn’t until NASA’s 45th Anniversary Gala of Neil Armstrong’s landing on the moon that I reflected on the journey I took to working at NASA. I dealt with a lot of trauma and disappointment along the way; yet, I also had what I like to call my ‘Kodak moments.’ These are the moments … Continue reading Unplanned Detours

To Keep Me Young

| This is the 159th story of Our Life Logs | I’ve worked many jobs in my 92 years of living. I’ve been a sailor, an aircraft engineer, an experimental designer for a college Chemistry program, and a farmer—well, to some extent. One thing has remained constant through my life, however, and that has been my love of learning. That’s what has kept me young, … Continue reading To Keep Me Young

For the Better

|This is the 157th story of Our Life Logs | I have always been an easy-going person. Most of my life, I had basically had one mood: happy, more than able to roll with the punches. Though sometimes, the punches are pretty rough. I grew up in Brick Town, New Jersey near the legendary pine barrens. My parents were the epitome of the 1960s American … Continue reading For the Better