At the End of the Day

| This is the 204th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1957 in Framingham, Massachusetts, the second of three children. I was the wild one; the black sheep. Once, when my cousins were over, they dared me to ask my mother what “lesbian” meant. So, being the bold one, I agreed to the dare. Not only did I get smacked across the … Continue reading At the End of the Day

In My Wildest Dreams

| This is the 186th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Washington, D.C. in 1991, and lived in the surrounding counties throughout my childhood. In 1999, my parents faced some financial struggles, so Grammy and Grandpa opened the door to us. It was just like the weekends we sometimes spent with them…only longer! As an eight-year-old, I adored living with my grandparents, … Continue reading In My Wildest Dreams

The Way We Conquer

| This is the 174th story of Our Life Logs | November 23, 1972. Morning— What has happened to my father? Where are you taking him? Why isn’t he talking to me? These were the questions of a nine-year-old boy, the eldest child in the home, unaware of the coming hardships he might have to face after his father’s death. This is the story of … Continue reading The Way We Conquer

After the Breakdown

| This is the 153rd story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the 1960s, spending most of my childhood in the rugged, industrial city of Dayton, located in western Ohio. Though the city was tinged with gang violence, I roamed the neighborhoods without fear; a free-spirited soul I was. After playing outside for hours, I always came home to a loving family, … Continue reading After the Breakdown

Face Forward

| This is the 110th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Murupara, a tiny rural town in New Zealand, in the 1960s. I was the youngest of three daughters. My oldest sister Katherine died after just 36 hours of life, and my next sister, Cathy, was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at two years old. Cystic Fibrosis–a genetic, terminal illness that affects … Continue reading Face Forward