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 newspaper to keep our feet safe when our shoes had … Continue reading The Little Metal Suitcase

The Pursuit of the Better

“Good life is expensive. There is a cheaper one, but it’s not life,” my parents used to say. It might not sound literally correct, but that stood for everything they did for the family: to make a living and create a better life for us. I carried that spirit on into my adult life. I was born in Cali, Colombia in the late 1960’s, and … Continue reading The Pursuit of the Better

Making a Difference

All my life, I have always wanted to help others. I have seen persecution, racism, and blind hatred for those who are different or deemed unworthy. I have seen these people for what they are, and they are not animals. They are human beings. I have tried to dedicate what I can to these marginalized groups; whether its refugees, Muslims, people who are severely impoverished, … Continue reading Making a Difference

My Journey: from Siberia, Russia to Ohio, US

  This is the 6th story of Our Life Logs.     1 | The Starting Point I was born in Siberia in the 1986 Communist Russia, commonly known as the Soviet Union (Union of Soviet Satellite Republics, USSR). The revolutions started a few years later, leading to the collapse of the Soviet empire and the rise of the Russian Federation. The early years of … Continue reading My Journey: from Siberia, Russia to Ohio, US

A Place Called Home

I grew up as a child of the world. Nowhere was home because for nearly my entire childhood, everywhere was home. My parents’ work kept us on the move, traveling all over South America. They were social workers that focused primarily on helping young people and underprivileged children, orphans in many cases, who had lost their parents in war or in gang-related issues. I helped … Continue reading A Place Called Home