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Riding Life's Rollercoaster
Sunday, July 20, 2014 to Wednesday, July 30, 2014
  • Riding Life’s Rollercoaster by Carolyn Unruh as told to Sally Jadlow My husband, Dave, and I graduated from K-State in Manhattan, Kansas in June 1967. We married that same month. Dave had been a member of the ROTC program at KSU and was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant. Dave finished graduate school in 1968. He got a 1-year deferment from Uncle Sam. We moved to Kansas City so Dave could accept a marketing position with IBM. One year later, Dave received his papers to report for active duty. At the outset of our marriage, we wanted children. I knew from ...continued...

  • By: Sally  Jadlow
  • Wednesday, July 30, 2014, 12:39:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, July 30, 2014 1:08:00 PM
Truth is clearly overrated among our kind (1)
Tuesday, January 26, 2016 to Friday, February 05, 2016
  • Orcs hate Elves with a passion. (from Lord of the Rings by J. R.R. Tolkien) “Home home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play” According to the Center for Biological Diversity, Wildlife Services, part of the U.S. Department of Agriculture, has killed, through gassing, poisoning and strangulation by snare, 27 million native animals since 1996, including more than 1 million in 2014. The animals have included prairie dogs, gray wolves, mountain lions, black bears, foxes, coyotes and even bald eagles, and possibly a few domestic cats. ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Monday, August 04, 2014, 6:05:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, February 05, 2016 7:13:00 AM
Monday, October 27, 2014 to Thursday, November 06, 2014
  • Prologue: She could’ve asked him what he was doing. Where he was going. But she wasn’t stupid. Through glazed eyes, she watched from the doorway while Aaron tossed clothes into the open suitcase in the middle of the sagging bed. His face was hard, his jaw set. Though an icy silence hung between them, Mandi sensed that hot rage simmered just below the surface. And that it could erupt her direction at any moment. But he didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her. Why should he? What was there to say? There’d been ...continued...

  • By: Darlene  Deluca
  • Thursday, November 06, 2014, 8:02:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 29, 2015 9:11:00 PM
Monday, May 02, 2016 to Thursday, May 12, 2016
  • ThTony was born in march 2015. He was about 2 months pre, and very tiny. Kelly had to have an emergancy C section. Theres a posability that while she was in the water, some of it got into her heart. She suffered some kind of heart attack, both her and tony survied. Tony gerw over this past year fast and big, the doctor said if he grew anymore they would have to make a new baby grow chart. So far he is a good boy, he is happy, allways smiles. Kelly is having her own issues but starting to get the medical help she needs. Val is still val. Nothing new on that frount. ...continued...

  • By: valery  tozer
  • Thursday, May 12, 2016, 4:41:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, May 12, 2016 5:27:00 AM
Where Things Live
Thursday, April 10, 2014
  • In order to prepare for this trip Mark and I went to a 3 day shakedown camp with the guides in January. We spent two nights in a tent at minus 20 Fahrenheit. The guides talked about knowing where all of your gear is at all times. They would say for example to keep your lighter in the same pocket and if you need it, it is there. And as soon as you are done put it back because it lives there. This is crucial in the arctic because we have limited space and you need to keep track of your gear. Too much energy is spent looking for something and if you are freezing you need it right away. Anyone ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 9:52:00 PM
In the Beginning...
Friday, November 07, 2014 to Monday, November 17, 2014
  • The Haunting of Leigh Maxwell By Esther Luttrell ONE The wind was starting to kick up, he noticed. Even though the old car provided a cocoon, protecting him from the elements, he was aware of the dip in temperature. It was colder than usual for so early in October. Trees surrounding the big plant where he worked were bending in the breeze, disappearing from sight when shreds of fog shifted across the woods. He hunched down further in the seat, pulling his wool jacket tighter around him. “She’s going to be late,” he said aloud to ...continued...

  • By: Esther  Luttrell
  • Monday, November 17, 2014, 12:42:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, November 17, 2014 12:54:00 PM
Self-assessment of understanding of cultural diversity issues.
Thursday, February 09, 2017 to Sunday, February 19, 2017
  • Although I never thought of myself to be 'prejudiced' or 'biased', I do understand that my beliefs would great impact my work as a healthcare professional. When I had taken the Cultural Competence Self Assessment Survery, I quickly came to a scary realization that I did know as much as I thought I did. For example, there was a question regarding non-verbal communication (pointing fingers, thumbs up, etc) that I had thought was universal. In fact, I was wrong, as I did not realize there are many different ways facial expressions and gestures could be interpreted as. Not surprisi ...continued...

  • By: Reema  Hamdan
  • Sunday, February 19, 2017, 1:51:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, February 19, 2017 7:57:00 PM
Monday, November 24, 2014 to Thursday, December 04, 2014
  • Chapter One Matt Dalton held his breath. The doctor removed his glasses, and tapped them against the document in his hands, his blank face conveying nothing of the opinion he was about to render. “Mr. Dalton, based on this report, I’d say there’s about a ninety-nine-percent chance this boy is your son.” Matt’s pulse raced. It’s what he expected, but the doctor’s words of confirmation made it real. Holy Christ, he had a son. He was a father. Nothing so profoundly life-changing had ever happened to him, and it took his breath away. He s ...continued...

  • By: Darlene  Deluca
  • Thursday, December 04, 2014, 10:48:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, December 04, 2014 10:58:00 PM
Doggone Grateful
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
  • My dog, Shadow, knows it is me coming home when I am still a few blocks away. He’s got that pet ESP. Or maybe he recognizes the sound of my car. Regardless, when I walk in the door he’s in the backyard wagging his tail, whining in anticipation of an ear scratching and a pat on the head. When I open the sliding glass door he begins to do a little dance. This black Chow-Labrador mix 40-plus pound dog is just giddy at the sight of me. I am not sure why that is. I realize dogs are loyal. But even if I ignore him for a bit, usually because I&rsqu ...continued...

  • By: Tom  Gilbert
  • Saturday, March 24, 2012, 2:52:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, March 24, 2012 3:01:00 PM
Ariana by the Sea
Wednesday, November 26, 2014 to Saturday, December 06, 2014
  • Ariana felt the warm sand sliding between her toes, heard the distant crash of the water smashing on promontory rocks. Not for her the water's edge. The vastness of the ocean was a strange and fearful thing, and creatures lurked beneath it; she'd heard the sailors' tales when she worked the tavern houses and inns, and did not wish to find herself bewitched beneath the waves. And yet, her eyes kept straying there. So beautiful and savage was the sea. Swirling and surging now with a contained rage, blue and green and gray by turns, and powerful, flecked with the gold of a high mor ...continued...

  • By: Alfred  Smith
  • Saturday, December 06, 2014, 6:32:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, December 06, 2014 6:56:00 PM
Diversity Resources
Wednesday, March 22, 2017 to Saturday, April 01, 2017
  • Primary Care for Underserved Populations: Navigating Policy to Incorporate Occupational Therapy Into Federally Qualified Health Centers. Murphy, A. et al. American Journal of Occupational Therapy, Vol. 71, Jan 2017. http://ajot.aota.org/article.aspx?articleid=2599871 This article provided information about how people belonging to underserved populations, including minority groups and low-income people, have limited access to much needed occupational therapy services. Using a case example of a federally qualified health center serving American Indian/Alaska Native popul ...continued...

  • By: Rachel  Gremminger
  • Friday, January 27, 2017, 11:44:00 AM
  • updated: Saturday, April 01, 2017 10:36:00 PM
Together Again
Friday, January 05, 2018 to Wednesday, January 24, 2018
  • We started to cmmunicate again, And my stupid heart give it all again... He ask me again if we can be together I said OK... But I will here for him incase he needed me... From that date to this day we made lots of conversation more I love you words more loving gestures and everything is like a dream again... but on these weeks his wife started to argue with him and make him leave the house... I thought its because of me but well It's not me... We chat on messenger time to time he ask anything... then me???? I'm starting to fall again w/o hesitattion... hay... And the wif ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, January 25, 2018 9:51:00 AM
First 10 Years
Thursday, December 26, 1946 to Wednesday, December 26, 1956
  • The first thing in that I can remember is sitting on a stool in my grandfather's house. We were gathered around the fireplace. The stool was a homemade affair, built square and a bout 24 inches tall. Which was about the same height as I was. The room was lit with kerosene lamps whose soft glow competed with the fireplace to light the room. It was about an even match. I was playing with a piece of kindleing about two feet long and about a half inch square. It had been split from a fat pine stump and was hard as iron. For what ever reason I decided to hit him on the head a ...continued...

  • By: Morris  Butler
  • Sunday, January 27, 2013, 11:32:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, January 27, 2013 5:07:00 PM
Wednesday, January 01, 1969 to Monday, January 01, 1979
  • The Million Man March Commemorative Poem titled: "A Black Man" written by myself two years before the Million Man March. "A BLACK MAN" DO NOT LOOK INTO MY FACE AND SEE THE COLOR OF MY SKIN, AND NOT SEE THE CONTENT OF MY CHARACTER. DO NOT LOOK INTO MY HISTORY AND SEE THE THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST, AND NOT SEE THE BRIGHTNESS OF MY FUTURE. DO NOT LOOK AT THE LOSSES OF MY MISTAKES, AND NOT SEE THE PROFITS OF MY ACHIEVEMENTS. DO NOT LOOK AT THE DISTANCE I HAVE YET TO TRAV ...continued...

  • By: Michael   McKinzy
  • Saturday, May 26, 2012, 10:19:00 AM
  • updated: Saturday, May 26, 2012 10:47:00 AM
My kids, how the system broke me
Sunday, July 30, 2017 to Wednesday, August 09, 2017
  • Pregnancy is a blissful time. When pregnant with baby number three the blissfulness of it all just runs right through you. Today May 10th, 2006 my son was born. Although it was an emergency c-section he was brought into this world screaming and purple after being almost strangled to death by the umbilical cord. I had my son. My family was ecstatic and my dad was the proudest Papa in the world. Things were hard but I never gave up and always tried to do what was best for my family. I did the best I could with what I had to work with. Around three months old we started noticing freckles all over ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Wednesday, August 09, 2017, 10:01:00 AM
  • updated: Wednesday, August 09, 2017 11:35:00 AM

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