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

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