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Climbing out of the rut.
I've been thinking, which, in many ways is a dangerous thing, both for me, and everyone around me. Nevertheless, thinking I have been doing.
Today I have been thinking that my life is truly in a rut.
Ruts are not necessarily bad things. My father grew up near a place in Nebraska called Scott's Bluff. Wagon trains heading to the West and golden ( Read more... ) -
Ten Things I Learned From My Father
Dr. J. rocked. Dr. Who rocked harder. Dr. Seuss rocked hardest of all. I don’t remember a time when my father didn’t read to me and later, as I became a reader myself, we would spend a lot of time discussing the various books we read. There were always literally hundreds of books in our house and none of them were there for show, nor were any ( Read more... ) -
Once I Soared
Once I was worshipped as a God. I soared among the clouds in my heavenly domain and looked upon the world below, with its earth-bound creatures, with a pride so haughty it rose far above the clouds I inhabited. Yet, I felt pity for them; so small and helpless, living their short lives with their feet so firmly planted on the ground. They would ( Read more... ) -
And she said she was just doing her job
This entry was originally written in my long-hand journal on 3/19/08, and continues my “in the hospital” blogs.
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Quiet.... Hospital Zone
This entry was written in my long-hand journal on 3/18/08. I’m posting it now because, well, after you read it, you’ll understand why it took a while to get to it.
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My Job: The good, the bad, the itchy
Working with children has some good moments; very good moments indeed.
Each day I am greeted by a happy smiles, a chorus of Madi, and at least one hug from a child that has defied the “we sit at the table during breakfast or we might think you are done” rule just out of pure love for me, while I greet them back with a hearty “Hi ho, kidareeno’s ( Read more... ) -
To Blog or Not To Blog (and other questions of import only to me
What is the purpose of a blog?
I have one. Actually, I think I have three, two of which have been abandoned, but that’s beside the point. No, on second thought, that is the point. I have three blogs, one of which I consider active. Why do I consider it active, you may ask? Gee, I might answer, that is a perceptive question. I consider it ( Read more... ) -
The Holiday Curse
Growing up, the Holiday season meant lots of things. It meant hours leafing through the Sears Christmas Wish Book, staring at all the new toys and making the list that would be sincere and humble enough to get Santa’s attention, but greedy enough to get the things you really wanted, and not end up with another ugly, yet functional sweater. It ( Read more... )