The Way We Conquer

| This is the 174th story of Our Life Logs | November 23, 1972. Morning— What has happened to my father? Where are you taking him? Why isn’t he talking to me? These were the questions of a nine-year-old boy, the eldest child in the home, unaware of the coming hardships he might have to face after his father’s death. This is the story of … Continue reading The Way We Conquer

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

The Rejected One

| This is the 158th story of Our Life Logs | My life began in 1998 in a chilly Elbergon town in Kenya. HIV/AIDS infiltrated my family, first taking my father when I was three and then my three-month-old brother soon after. After my father died, we were stripped off our property and sent packing to my maternal grandmother’s home. My mother, herself suffering from … Continue reading The Rejected One

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

Away from the Past

| This is the 130th story of Our Life Logs | My life started in an inner-city neighborhood of Columbus, Ohio. Today it has become a revamped, artsy district, but when I was born in 1987, it was a place full of gangs, violence, and drugs. I thought I was going to overcome the inevitable and never touch that side of life. It turns out that … Continue reading Away from the Past

Seeing Beyond the Music

| This is the 118th story of Our Life Logs | I was born the oldest of eight children in a very musical, Catholic family in southern Minnesota. My parents cared deeply about our education, and we were all home-schooled. They were highly skilled musicians, but unfortunately, our family was very poor because neither of my parents made much at their teaching careers. My family … Continue reading Seeing Beyond the Music

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