Finding True Refuge

| This is the 105th story of Our Life Logs | In 1989, I was born in Medellín, Colombia. I lived the first six years of my life in Colombia before my parents moved our family to the United States. At the time, Pablo Escobar, a drug lord and narco-terrorist, was wreaking havoc in Colombia and my parents didn’t feel that living in Colombia was … Continue reading Finding True Refuge

The Feast of Life

| This is the 101st story of Our Life Logs | My childhood was spent in the small city of Manizales, Colombia. As the youngest in the family, my parents were quite overprotective of me. She didn’t let me go outside and play with other kids very often because she would worry about me. The isolation made me shy and socially awkward. My older brother … Continue reading The Feast of Life

100 Years and Counting

  | This is the 100th story of Our Life Logs | When I tell people I’m 100 years old, their eyes widen like they’re looking at a rare gem. I suppose I am, but I don’t see it that way. I have three crucial things that I think have helped me live this long. One: I take a tablespoon of cod liver oil every … Continue reading 100 Years and Counting

Not Broken Yet

| This is the 89th story of Our Life Logs | My parents fought throughout my whole childhood. The very first memory I have is sitting in a car seat by the front door while my parents screamed through the house. We lived in a typical Midwestern American suburb in the early 1990s with manicured lawns and fancy cars in each drive way. My neighborhood … Continue reading Not Broken Yet