As I Looked into the Eyes of My True Love

| This is the 279th story of Our Life Logs | I did not come into a perfectly happy world upon my birth in 1883. My mother had always blamed my father for disappearing into his dirty business as a horseman, leaving her with five (and eventually six) children all alone in a small village in southwestern Russia. And while that may have been true and … Continue reading As I Looked into the Eyes of My True Love

Words That Heal

| This is the 262nd story of Our Life Logs | Trace all our sketches, all our etches in time, some hold all our reasons, some only a rhyme. —“untitled” by John Stalter I was raised through the ’90s in Midwestern Minnesota by parents born in the ’60s, two upstanding, conservative Christians who worked their way into a larger piece of the pie thanks to their … Continue reading Words That Heal

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

A Latecomer’s Dream

| This is the 215th story of Our Life Logs | I believe that an underrated statement is when people say the “mid-life crisis” can change your existence. I should know. Earlier this month I turned 40. When my parents initially immigrated from the Philippines, they traveled to Hawaii to stay with my great-grandparents where they found a nearly nonexistent job market. Turns out, picking guavas … Continue reading A Latecomer’s Dream

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

When the Day Brightens

| This is the 194th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1992 at Olmsted Medical Center in Rochester, Minnesota as the youngest in my family. My dad worked at IBM as a programmer and was a protective, caring, and loving man. My mom was a professional pianist and the choir director at Our Savior’s Lutheran Church. I have characteristics from both my … Continue reading When the Day Brightens

Running Deeper Than Friends

| This is the 182nd story of Our Life Logs | I pried my eyes away from the TV screen to look out the window, to the trees, to the sunlight…to that strange world out there that gave me such discomfort. Noting the optimism of the sunlight and recoiling from it, I returned once again to the drab space where sat my TV and continued playing … Continue reading Running Deeper Than Friends