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, 4, and Vatsana, 2. 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

Life Expands to Fill in the Gaps

| This is the 135th story of Our Life Logs | I lived in Bury in England on a small dairy farm with my parents and younger sister. Life was blissful on our farm in the late 1950s. My job was to look after the chickens and then collect and clean their eggs. As a family, we all worked together to keep the farm running. … Continue reading Life Expands to Fill in the Gaps

My Oma Was a Nazi

| This story was shared with Our Life Logs by Evelyn McCord | With politics dividing this country, and “Nazi” being used on both sides of the divide, I often wonder how people can come back together.  Sometimes, looking to the past, to my past, I can find hope for the future.  You see, my grandmother was a Nazi.  Her best friend was a Jew.  … Continue reading My Oma Was a Nazi

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 there was safe … Continue reading Finding True Refuge

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 newspapers to keep our feet safe when our … Continue reading The Little Metal Suitcase