Elsewhere

This is the 76th story of Our Life Logs   I think the hardest question for me to answer is also one of the simplest: “Where are you from?” I often find myself pausing before replying, contemplating what would be the correct answer to give depending on the setting we are in. Do I give the shorter version which simply involves two continents and five different … Continue reading Elsewhere

I Am Stronger Than These Thoughts

This is the 73rd story of Our Life Logs   I’ve lived a life of self-reliance and I believe that there are times in which this is our only choice. But if you have the chance to let another person help you as you struggle, let them in. I had a normal childhood living in Ohio with my parents and older sister. My parents got … Continue reading I Am Stronger Than These Thoughts

Embrace Change

If I was only allowed to describe myself with one word, I’d choose adaptive. My childhood was spaced out across the United States and Europe. My father was in the military, so we had to move wherever he was stationed. Between kindergarten and the end of high school, I had gone to 16 different schools. From all the moving, I developed an ability to accommodate … Continue reading Embrace Change

The Pursuit of the Better

“Good life is expensive. There is a cheaper one, but it’s not life,” my parents used to say. It might not sound literally correct, but that stood for everything they did for the family: to make a living and create a better life for us. I carried that spirit on into my adult life. I was born in Cali, Colombia in the late 1960’s, and … Continue reading The Pursuit of the Better

My Journey: from Siberia, Russia to Ohio, US

  This is the 6th story of Our Life Logs.     1 | The Starting Point I was born in Siberia in the 1986 Communist Russia, commonly known as the Soviet Union (Union of Soviet Satellite Republics, USSR). The revolutions started a few years later, leading to the collapse of the Soviet empire and the rise of the Russian Federation. The early years of … Continue reading My Journey: from Siberia, Russia to Ohio, US

A Place Called Home

I grew up as a child of the world. Nowhere was home because for nearly my entire childhood, everywhere was home. My parents’ work kept us on the move, traveling all over South America. They were social workers that focused primarily on helping young people and underprivileged children, orphans in many cases, who had lost their parents in war or in gang-related issues. I helped … Continue reading A Place Called Home