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Regret

July 17, 2012 in Sad

There is an array of emotions one will experience in their life.

You will fall in and out of love, jealousy will ebb and flow, angry will wane, sorrow will pass but regret; it stays with you forever.

Eight weeks ago, I received the news that my former co-worker and friend was killed in a freak motorcycle accident. Six weeks ago, my mother called to let me know that my cousin, my favorite cousin, was found dead in his apartment. Today, an old boyfriend died of cancer.

I regret not staying in touch with Russell more often.  He was a nice person but an aggressive driver. My cousin Brent was a true sweetheart, and a musical genius. He, however, had his demons, which he squelched in Jack Daniels. I regret not realizing how bad it was and that his new start in life in California should have included me watching out for him in a better way. Read the rest of this entry →

Dr. King’s Dream

February 25, 2010 in Personal

My daughter recently participated in a living museum. It is a part of her third grade social studies agenda.

Students are allowed to represent anyone they want, either living or deceased, as long as they have a book about them in the library. The list to choose from is essential endless. It is a really interesting program. The students stand like statues, with a “button” placed on them. Then students or parents can “hit” the button and the statue begins to talk about the person they are.

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Remembering Steve

February 16, 2010 in Personal

Today is my birthday. When some people get to a “certain age” birthdays just come and go. Not me, I never take them for granted. I won’t be watching it go by. At 7:02 p.m, I will be outside looking at the sky, towards the north. I will be remembering Steven Berrell.

We were friends in high school, not best friends or even good friends, but we were friends. The way high school students are friends. He had a certain gait when he walked. A sort of leaning to the left and then to the right. Steve was tall and lanky. He wasn’t hard to miss, but the thing that struck me was that big goofy smile that seemed to be always plastered on his face. Steve came from a pretty well off family, but you would never know. Steve was sincere, kind and never ostentatious, although he did have a certain affection for button down shirts.

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Open Letter To All My Face Book Friends

November 16, 2009 in Facebook Ethics, Open Letters

As much as I love you, I can’t help you.

I can’t help you locate lost sheep, or help you farm. If I wanted to farm, I would move back to North Dakota.

I can’t help you find loot, or put out a hit on someone you don’t like. It goes against my morals.

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Food: The Enemy

November 4, 2009 in Personal

Food is not my friend. It hasn’t been my friend for a very long time, but not for the reasons you may think. I don’t have a love/hate relationship with food, it is just mostly hate.

Most people find joy in food, or as a source of comfort. Not me.

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