Until the Tears Dry

| This is the 162nd story of Our Life Logs | When I was born in Brookline, Massachusetts in 1938, I weighed about the same as a lobster roll. Okay, I’m exaggerating. I weighed a little over two pounds. I was so premature that no one thought I would survive, but God had different plans for me. My parents were Jewish immigrants from Poland and Russia. … Continue reading Until the Tears Dry

Face Forward

| This is the 110th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Murupara, a tiny rural town in New Zealand, in the 1960s. I was the youngest of three daughters. My oldest sister Katherine died after just 36 hours of life, and my next sister, Cathy, was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at two years old. Cystic Fibrosis–a genetic, terminal illness that affects … Continue reading Face Forward

Unconditional Love

| This is the 58th story of Our Life Logs | “Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.”  –Charles R. Swindoll I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio in 1958. I had normal, Catholic upbringing. My mother’s family was Irish, and my father’s family was Italian, creating a melting pot of heritage in our household. I was the middle child among … Continue reading Unconditional Love

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