A True Power

| This is the 150th story of Our Life Logs | It was the winter of 1991 when I was born in a beautifully peaceful town in Bulgaria, a country in Eastern Europe. As a child, it seemed like the world around me inspired the power of creativity flowing into my hungry, curious mind. Filled with the smell of fresh grass of the fields at … Continue reading A True Power

A Life of My Own

| This is the 140th story of Our Life Logs | Remember that episode of The Simpsons when Bart divorces his parents? He moves into a wicked loft-style apartment with what little possessions he owns and has the time of his life, or so it seems—until the over-exaggerated shadow of a deranged rat scares the living daylights out of him and he returns home. That … Continue reading A Life of My Own

I Count Myself Lucky

| This is the 136th story of Our Life Logs | The human spirit is very resilient. We can pick back up when we fail, and fail, and fail. We can find hope when we are still battling monsters. And we can learn all these lessons in a lifetime. I was born in the middle of a mess. After I was born in the early … Continue reading I Count Myself Lucky

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

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

Despite the Fear

| This is the 99th story of Our Life Logs | I’m a native New Yorker of the Upper East Side, born in January of 1956. My parents gave me a lot of freedom, and I took advantage of that. New York City was full of possibilities for a young man looking for himself. I could go into the city and be whoever I wanted … Continue reading Despite the Fear