Unplanned Detours

| This is the 170th story of Our Life Logs | It wasn’t until NASA’s 45th Anniversary Gala of Neil Armstrong’s landing on the moon that I reflected on the journey I took to working at NASA. I dealt with a lot of trauma and disappointment along the way; yet, I also had what I like to call my ‘Kodak moments.’ These are the moments … Continue reading Unplanned Detours

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

A Life of My Own

| This is the 140th story of Our Life Logs | Remember that episode of The Simpsons when Bart divorces his parents? He moves into a wicked loft-style apartment with what little possessions he owns and has the time of his life, or so it seems—until the over-exaggerated shadow of a deranged rat scares the living daylights out of him and he returns home. That … Continue reading A Life of My Own

All the Hurt

| This is the 123rd story of Our Life Logs | I grew up with a warped understanding of love and received little attention from my parents. I searched for affection all my life, but found mayhem instead. As an adult, I was still mistreated by those I felt closest to. But through all the hurt, I learned how to treat people better, including myself. I … Continue reading All the Hurt

Finding True Refuge

| This is the 105th story of Our Life Logs | In 1989, I was born in Medellín, Colombia. I lived the first six years of my life in Colombia before my parents moved our family to the United States. At the time, Pablo Escobar, a drug lord and narco-terrorist, was wreaking havoc in Colombia and my parents didn’t feel that living in Colombia was … Continue reading Finding True Refuge

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