You Have to Startup Somewhere

| This is the 282nd story of Our Life Logs | October 9, 1962: I was born in Norwood, Massachusetts, to first generation Russian/Polish Americans from immigrant families. I grew up in the nearby city of Millis in our Cape-style house. It was small, but it was home. My young whirring mind was as sharp as a whetstone, always looking to gain more knowledge. I was … Continue reading You Have to Startup Somewhere

Reckless Love

| This is the 224th story of Our Life Logs | Well, I grew up in the 1960s in the east side suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio—a place I like to call “The Jewish Capital of Ohio.” Jewish families (like my own) lined the streets of my neighborhood, the next neighborhood, and so on. My parents, two older brothers, and I had a solid relationship, with all … Continue reading Reckless Love

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

Hence, the Crossing Point

| This is the 185th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the late 1950s. My parents were very alert people, writers who valued the fundamental rights of humans. The arts took the place of religion in our family, as striking as that may sound. My three older siblings and I were taught through dance, visual arts, the written word, … Continue reading Hence, the Crossing Point

The Will to Survive

| This is the 138th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1913 on the island of Hainan, China. I was the eldest child in my family. We went on a long sea voyage to Malaya, a then-British colony in Southeast Asia. My parents settled in a small community near the sea called Kuantan. I grew up there, helping my mother care … Continue reading The Will to Survive