Each and Every Journey

| This is the 211th story of Our Life Logs | Who am I but many stories— Each and every adventure far greater than the last. 1 | My Father Especially I was born in 1964 in Nanjing, a city in eastern China immersed in the nation’s deep culture and enduring history. My parents—my father especially—were very liberal for the society in which we lived. A … Continue reading Each and Every Journey

Where There Is Healing

| This is the 200th story of Our Life Logs | I was brought into this world in 1984 in a small town in Bulgaria. My parents were rational-minded people who valued thought and logic over feelings and emotions, and were interested in more traditional, Western values. I say this because I grew up with a tendency of curiosity. I wondered why their values did … Continue reading Where There Is Healing

When the Day Brightens

| This is the 194th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1992 at Olmsted Medical Center in Rochester, Minnesota as the youngest in my family. My dad worked at IBM as a programmer and was a protective, caring, and loving man. My mom was a professional pianist and the choir director at Our Savior’s Lutheran Church. I have characteristics from both my … Continue reading When the Day Brightens

More Than the Struggle

| This is the 192nd story of Our Life Logs | I was born and bred in Lagos in the late 80s, growing up with four siblings. More specifically, I hail from Ini, Akwa Ibom in Nigeria. My childhood was a long-term nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. My father was very violent and abusive, so I never had a chance to enjoy being young. … Continue reading More Than the Struggle

Under an Unlucky Star

| This is the 189th story of Our Life Logs | My mom used to say that I was born under an unlucky star, hurled up into the sky above Chicago, Illinois, over the exact hospital and room I entered Earth, in the year 1974.  She didn’t say this out of hatred or spite. No, she loved me dearly, but her opinion was formed with hard … Continue reading Under an Unlucky Star

Hence, the Crossing Point

| This is the 185th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the late 1950s. My parents were very alert people, writers who valued the fundamental rights of humans. The arts took the place of religion in our family, as striking as that may sound. My three older siblings and I were taught through dance, visual arts, the written word, … Continue reading Hence, the Crossing Point