The Scars Tell My Story

| This is the 273rd story of Our Life Logs | Fall down seven times, stand up eight. (七転び八起き) –Japanese proverb I was born in the winter of 1985, in the heaving metropolis of Joburg, South Africa—city of gold. I don’t remember much about it because soon after, we moved to the sunshine city of Cape Town. My mom was 28 when she met my dad. … Continue reading The Scars Tell My Story

Words That Heal

| This is the 262nd story of Our Life Logs | Trace all our sketches, all our etches in time, some hold all our reasons, some only a rhyme. —“untitled” by John Stalter I was raised through the ’90s in Midwestern Minnesota by parents born in the ’60s, two upstanding, conservative Christians who worked their way into a larger piece of the pie thanks to their … Continue reading Words That Heal

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

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

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