On Shaken Ground

| This is the 524th story of Our Life Logs | Listen to the audio: It is in the state of Maryland where my story began. I was born there in 1975 to Egyptian-American parents, my younger brother and I being the first-generation Americans. Looking back, I had a pretty “Americana” childhood. I have fond memories of collecting baseball cards, skateboarding, walking the family dog, Rex, … Continue reading On Shaken Ground


A Missing Piece of My Puzzle

| This is the 523rd story of Our Life Logs | My life began in 1978 in Phoenix, Arizona. To understand my story, you must know a bit of my mom’s. Sherry, my mom, was only 16 when she had me, and while my father continued to date her, he wasn’t involved in my care. He never disputed the paternity, but he wasn’t father material. Still, Sherry was determined to be a good … Continue reading A Missing Piece of My Puzzle

One Look Changed Everything 

| This is the 520th story of Our Life Logs | I was born a few weeks before Christmas of 1978 in Phoenix, Arizona, to a 16-year-old mom. She named me Bradley Currie Jenkins, giving me her last name because her boyfriend, my dad, wasn’t interested with me. Still, I was wanted and loved, cuddled and kissed, by my mom. I remember I had a blue and white teddy bear that I slept with … Continue reading One Look Changed Everything 

Who I Am at the End of the Journey

| This is the 517th story of Our Life Logs | My mother had what some would call a “dirty” pregnancy, meaning my parents weren’t together and my father wasn’t in the picture when I was born in 2002 in San Diego, California. My family doesn’t talk much about it due to the stigma, but I’ve gathered the gist of what happened. My mother, along with … Continue reading Who I Am at the End of the Journey

A Matter of Life and Death and Limb

| This is the 516th story of Our Life Logs | I’m an athlete through and through, model year 1983. Football player, college scholarship, pro ball—the works. I was someone always in motion—locomoting with agility, speed, and power of leg was my life force. But what happens when that motion is tested? I grew up in California where I played every sport that had a ball. … Continue reading A Matter of Life and Death and Limb