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

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

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 a 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 … Continue reading Unconditional Love