Elsewhere

This is the 76th story of Our Life Logs   I think the hardest question for me to answer is also one of the simplest: “Where are you from?” I often find myself pausing before replying, contemplating what would be the correct answer to give depending on the setting we are in. Do I give the shorter version which simply involves two continents and five different … Continue reading Elsewhere

The Little Metal Suitcase

This is the 68th story of Our Life Logs. I was born in 1961, and grew up in Toluca, Mexico with my mother, father, my four siblings, and my father’s family. We lived in a tiny, one-bedroom abode, because my father did not make much money being a school teacher. He was often innovative, once using newspaper to keep our feet safe when our shoes had … Continue reading The Little Metal Suitcase

Yesterday Was but a Lie

This is the 65th story of Our Life Logs.   My life can be best compared to a Lifetime movie. When I tell people about my upbringing, it’s unbelievable to them, but it happened, and I can’t change my past. I was born in Columbus, Ohio in 1993. I lived with my mother and my maternal grandparents, because my parents weren’t together when I was born. My … Continue reading Yesterday Was but a Lie

From the Ashes

This is the 62nd story of Our Life Logs.   I proudly held back tears from falling off my cheeks. Nothing has ever felt overwhelmingly good. I could not stop waving at the cheering crowd, because as the captain of the Lumumba Stigma Association football team, the acknowledgement was partly to my great leadership. Things have not always been rosy for me. I was bullied during my … Continue reading From the Ashes