For the Better

|This is the 157th story of Our Life Logs | I have always been an easy-going person. Most of my life, I had basically had one mood: happy, more than able to roll with the punches. Though sometimes, the punches are pretty rough. I grew up in Brick Town, New Jersey near the legendary pine barrens. My parents were the epitome of the 1960s American … Continue reading For the Better

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

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

Free from the Inside

| This is the 117th story of Our Life Logs | My life began in Cincinnati in 1995. As the youngest and only girl in my family, I was spoiled a lot and had tons of fun when I was little. I remember coming down the stairs on Christmas Day to stacks of gifts. I remember spending a lot of time running around with my … Continue reading Free from the Inside

Dealing from the Bottom

| This is the 114th story of Our Life Logs | Let me take you back to when I was just six years old. My chronic asthma was a plague against my childhood, as I was in the hospital more often than I was in school. It swindled countless opportunities of social interaction, of fitting in, of making friends. It’s 1986, in Melbourne, Australia, and I’m … Continue reading Dealing from the Bottom

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

Not Broken Yet

| This is the 89th story of Our Life Logs | My parents fought throughout my whole childhood. The very first memory I have is sitting in a car seat by the front door while my parents screamed through the house. We lived in a typical Midwestern American suburb in the early 1990s with manicured lawns and fancy cars in each drive way. My neighborhood … Continue reading Not Broken Yet

To Be Brave Again

This is the 58th story of Our Life Logs.   I was a typical child, raised in Kentucky during the mid-1990s, often playing games with my three siblings. Our favorite was hide-and-seek. We would hide in unconventional places like the fridge or dryer. My father worked in logistics, and my mother could never keep a job. When I was about 13, my parents divorced, and my big … Continue reading To Be Brave Again

Family Isn’t Always Blood

|This is the 50th story of Our Life Logs.| It was the middle of the night when I woke to sound of glass shattering. It was coming from the kitchen. I peeked inside to see my father destroying everything in his path. He was on one of his drunken rampages again. My mother was trying to stop him, but he wasn’t seeing reason. I rushed back … Continue reading Family Isn’t Always Blood

All Roads Lead to Somewhere

This is the 46th story of Our Life Logs. I’ve experienced many cracks in the road of my life, but I continue driving. Some of the cracks turned out to be deep potholes that busted up my exterior, and I’m still working to pick up all the pieces. Even so, I’ll never stop moving forward because I know a paved road is on the horizon. … Continue reading All Roads Lead to Somewhere