I Will Live on

| This is the 219th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Nairobi, Kenya in 1992 as the youngest of five children. I grew up feeling invisible to my family. My older sister was always considered the “good one” while I faded into the background. It may not have been true, but it always seemed like my sister was the preferred child because … Continue reading I Will Live on

The Waves of the Mekong River

| This is the 213th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Laos in 1964 to a family that already had two little girls: Akela, four, and Vatsana, two. My father had so wanted a boy, but alas, I was girl number three. My mother told him not to worry, for the next baby would be a boy to carry on his proud … Continue reading The Waves of the Mekong River

Each and Every Journey

| This is the 211th story of Our Life Logs | Who am I but many stories— Each and every adventure far greater than the last. 1 | My Father Especially I was born in 1964 in Nanjing, a city in eastern China immersed in the nation’s deep culture and enduring history. My parents—my father especially—were very liberal for the society in which we lived. A … Continue reading Each and Every Journey

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