Monday, February 20, 2017 to Thursday, March 02, 2017
After review of the course syllabus, learning goals, and the results of my self-assessment, my learning goals for the rest of this course are:
1. To gain more knowledge about numerous cultural beliefs, practices, attitudes, and ways of communicating as to better understand how this effects people’s view on medicine so I can become more aware of how to best serve patients of all different cultures in my future.
2. To understand my own cultural experiences and how these influence biases that I possess and work to overcome these biases to become a more culturally competent ...continued...
Thursday, November 12, 2015 to Sunday, November 22, 2015
Six Tips for Surviving the Holiday Season When a Loved One Has Dementia
Normally, Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday, a time our family gathered together at my Kansas City home. But that November, my stomach clenched at the thought of our traditional Thursday evening meal.
My mother had Alzheimer’s and the holiday would be different. I felt alone but of course I wasn’t: there were 15 million family/friend caregivers helping the five million Americans who have dementia.
I’d been through my initial storm of denial and grief. I felt I’d been coping we ...continued...
Monday, April 03, 2017 to Thursday, April 13, 2017
For my cultural event I went to an event called Feed My Starving Children in Libertyville, Illionois. I attended this event on Tuesday April 11th. Feed My Starving Children was a cultural event that felt like a great fit. I volunteered and had a chance to learn about different cultures and what their struggle was like in terms of children lacking food sources.
We first walked into the building where we were greeted and told to sign in, grab a hair net and gloves, and to take a seat. Once everyone was seated there was a speaker who greeted us. There was a large amount of volunteeers th ...continued...
Wednesday, October 05, 2016 to Saturday, October 15, 2016
I believe the answer to this question is “people” – human beings. People can often be at their funniest when they’re not trying to be funny at all. Most people believe they are unique. There’s some truth in that thought but others go much further and believe that they are the only sane person on the planet.
“All the world is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a little queer.” Robert Owen (Welsh philosopher and philanthropist 1771-1858)
Some people think that the world revolves around only them. The British nation used to feel like that. Back then, in days gone by, th ...continued...
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.
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...
Friday, October 31, 2014 to Monday, November 10, 2014
I set about to clean out Mother’s house. In the spare bedroom, I opened the antique cabinet and drew out a stack of memorabilia. Halfway down the pile of old newspapers, I discovered a speckled brown ledger book with ragged edges. It crackled as I opened the yellowed pages. Each line contained a date and a comment on life in the 1880's. It was my great-grandfather Sanford’s diary.
The more I read, the more I wanted to share Sanford’s story, rather than bury it in some safe place for another 119 years.
The basic story line is true and the hi ...continued...
Sunday, November 16, 2014 to Wednesday, November 26, 2014
It was very big and heavy, cardboard, cheap painted white with clasps and lock, a holiday case which I used as a school bag, awkward to hold all the books I stored, caught on my bicycle carrier. Cycling home I felt a thud and heard a guffaw: the big school bully had knocked the suitcase onto the road. A challenge, a fight in the field, fear entering my bones.
A school memory which sparked the bullying incident in Peeling Oranges.
Sunday, June 23, 2002 to Monday, December 31, 2012
As dad reversed mom came flying down wit a bag of snacks for the road. She gave it to me; we said our goodbyes and the journey began. A journey started with fear uncertainty and indecision
How rude of me I didn’t introduce myself I’m Yasmin recently turned eighteen and right now on my way to my probable school of higher lea ...continued...
Sitting here in Oslo Norway the past few days waiting for our flight back to the States we had the opportunity to rest, recharge and go to the Polar Museum in town as Norway has one of the most storied reputations for Arctic and Antarctic exploration in the world.
Adventurers such as Amundsen, the first to reach the south pole and cross the Northwest Passage, and Nansen, famous for his expedition to the north polar icecap in the ship named Fram which was frozen into the ice intent on floating with the drifting icecap both hail from here.
After experiencing the unrel ...continued...
We generally spend 10 hours (give or take a few hours) on the move each day. This means we spend the rest of the day in camp. Now when I say this I don't mean that we are sitting around a warm fire having drinks and kicking our feet up. We are generally unpacking the sled, taking the dogs off the lead, setting up tents, setting up the stove, or making water while huddled around a tiny blue flame that makes a shred of warmth that ekes around the edges of the tea kettle full of melting snow.
We do have some downtime, such as now, where the tent is reasonably warm, meaning we can take our ...continued...
Friday, November 07, 2014 to Monday, November 17, 2014
The Haunting of Leigh Maxwell
By Esther Luttrell
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...
Sunday, May 18, 1997 to Thursday, September 18, 1997
THE MAGNIFICIENT MENTOR
The notice in the church bulletin read, “Anyone interested in writing, meet in room 312 on Tuesday night. Bring some writing to share.”
My heart skipped a beat. I had prayed about how I might start to write about the experience our family had been through with our daughter and her spinal cord tumor. And now, here was an answer.
I had written poetry f ...continued...