Until the Tears Dry

| This is the 162nd story of Our Life Logs | When I was born in Brookline, Massachusetts in 1938, I weighed about the same as a lobster roll. Okay, I’m exaggerating. I weighed a little over two pounds. I was so premature that no one thought I would survive, but God had different plans for me. My parents were Jewish immigrants from Poland and Russia. … Continue reading Until the Tears Dry

For the Better

|This is the 157th story of Our Life Logs | I have always been an easy-going person. Most of my life, I had basically had one mood: happy, more than able to roll with the punches. Though sometimes, the punches are pretty rough. I grew up in Brick Town, New Jersey near the legendary pine barrens. My parents were the epitome of the 1960s American … Continue reading For the Better

After the Breakdown

| This is the 153rd story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the 1960s, spending most of my childhood in the rugged, industrial city of Dayton, located in western Ohio. Though the city was tinged with gang violence, I roamed the neighborhoods without fear; a free-spirited soul I was. After playing outside for hours, I always came home to a loving family, … Continue reading After the Breakdown

To Open the Door

| This is the 146th story of Our Life Logs | Loud voices painted the walls of my family’s house in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. We shared laughter and home-cooked meals at our large wooden dinner table, its legs showing visible wear and tear from the many generations (and states, as I was born in Denver, Colorado in 1991) it had passed through. Our parents strongly supported our … Continue reading To Open the Door

The Will to Survive

| This is the 138th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1913 on the island of Hainan, China. I was the eldest child in my family. We went on a long sea voyage to Malaya, a then-British colony in Southeast Asia. My parents settled in a small community near the sea called Kuantan. I grew up there, helping my mother care … Continue reading The Will to Survive

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

Where There Is Happiness

| This is the 132nd story of Our Life Logs | When I close my eyes, I can still see the two sunlit rivers and the wide mountain meadows surrounding our house. I was born on a cold February day in 1951 in a tiny cottage of Ptchelinovo, Bulgaria. Growing up, all my family lived in a two-story house. My immediate family inhabited the first story, … Continue reading Where There Is Happiness

All the Hurt

| This is the 123rd story of Our Life Logs | I grew up with a warped understanding of love and received little attention from my parents. I searched for affection all my life, but found mayhem instead. As an adult, I was still mistreated by those I felt closest to. But through all the hurt, I learned how to treat people better, including myself. I … Continue reading All the Hurt