What I Was Looking For

| This is the 364th story of Our Life Logs |I was born in 1985 in Bulgaria to immigrant parents who practiced different religions. I was the oldest daughter, with a Turkish father who was a Muslim and a Jewish mother. I saw that every year, Dad would fast during Ramadan and mum would observe Passover. My sister and I joined in with celebrating Eid. There … Continue reading What I Was Looking For


The Wound Is Where the Light Comes In

| This is the 239th story of Our Life Logs | Being the granddaughter of a famed, yet tormented writer is both a blessing and a curse. My grandmother and the other women in my line have been deemed mentally unstable, depressive, and worse. I am the only one not to have been electroshocked or institutionalized, yet many times in my life, I have thought that … Continue reading The Wound Is Where the Light Comes In