From the Mud

| This is the 264th story of Our Life Logs | I was born at the start of summer on December 1, 1957, in Cape Town, South Africa. My mother described my birth as “the single most amazing experience” of her life. But even so, my existence was not enough to save her beautiful soul. To know my story, you must know my mother’s first. Ingrid, … Continue reading From the Mud

Under an Unlucky Star

| This is the 189th story of Our Life Logs | My mom used to say that I was born under an unlucky star, hurled up into the sky above Chicago, Illinois, over the exact hospital and room I entered Earth, in the year 1974.  She didn’t say this out of hatred or spite. No, she loved me dearly, but her opinion was formed with hard … Continue reading Under an Unlucky Star

Life as We Know It

| This is the 183rd story of Our Life Logs | My mother used to say that struggle is a person’s middle name. People are always struggling, if not physically then for sure mentally. I never took her seriously until I became an adult and experienced it for myself. I was born in Bahawalnagar, a small village near Bahawalpur city in Punjab, Pakistan in 1977. My … Continue reading Life as We Know It

Running Deeper Than Friends

| This is the 182nd story of Our Life Logs | I pried my eyes away from the TV screen to look out the window, to the trees, to the sunlight…to that strange world out there that gave me such discomfort. Noting the optimism of the sunlight and recoiling from it, I returned once again to the drab space where sat my TV and continued playing … Continue reading Running Deeper Than Friends