I Will Live on

| This is the 219th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Nairobi, Kenya in 1992 as the youngest of five children. I grew up feeling invisible to my family. My older sister was always considered the “good one” while I faded into the background. It may not have been true, but it always seemed like my sister was the preferred child because … Continue reading I Will Live on

The Waves of the Mekong River

| This is the 213th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Laos in 1964 to a family that already had two little girls: Akela, 4, and Vatsana, 2. My father had so wanted a boy, but alas, I was girl number three. My mother told him not to worry, for the next baby would be a boy to carry on his proud … Continue reading The Waves of the Mekong River

Hence, the Crossing Point

| This is the 185th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the late 1950s. My parents were very alert people, writers who valued the fundamental rights of humans. The arts took the place of religion in our family, as striking as that may sound. My three older siblings and I were taught through dance, visual arts, the written word, … Continue reading Hence, the Crossing Point

Survival of the Innocent

| This is the 175th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1976, in Pretoria, South Africa, the oldest of four kids—me, my twin brothers, and my sister. My mom and dad were happily married, and we were a regular, middle-class military family. But things wouldn’t always be so perfect. The world is full of sick, twisted people, and not before long, I … Continue reading Survival of the Innocent

The Courage to Leave

| This is the 165th story of Our Life Logs | After trying to have a child for fifteen years with no success, my parents had grown desperate and immigrated from Britain to the state of Utah in the US in the late 1960s. At the time, Utah was a leader in the emerging technology of fertility treatments. And I guess it worked because there … Continue reading The Courage to Leave

To Bear the Past

| This is the 161st story of Our Life Logs | “The memory of the heart eliminates the bad and magnifies the good; thanks to this artifice, we are able to bear the past.” — Gabriel García Márquez I was born in the province of Bulacan in the Philippines in 1980 and grew up at a time when children mostly played outside until we were ordered … Continue reading To Bear the Past