Has anyone had this problem with Blogger? You have lots of lovely comments about your posts, you check the box that says, "publish" and then the comments disappear into that land of 'who the hell knows where' never to be found again.
This has happened to me on more than one occassion. So if you have left me a comment (Thank you) and don't see it...I swear I did not delete it or choose not to publish it. It is out there somewhere floating in the land of Blogger...wherever that may be.
A note to Blogger...fix this problem!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
HSMSHSLetter to a Narcissist
Dear Vainglorious One,
This letter is to tell you......
oh hell I forgot who I was dealing with. That's right...why bother, it's all about you!
This letter is to tell you......
oh hell I forgot who I was dealing with. That's right...why bother, it's all about you!
Monday, March 9, 2009
A Must Read
If you are a parent, read this book. If you work with children, read this book. If you know a child who is either in middle or high school, make them read this book.The story is fact-based fiction. It is the story of a high school shooting. It is not a story of how 'bad' guns are. In fact, it is very balanced and little is said about the use of firearms.
Yes, it is a work of fiction. Yet it is so true. The human spirit is fragile and many go through life, parents, educators, students, children, people...intentionally, unintentionally, with and without malice, innocently and not so innocently, crushing that delicate spirit.
It is the most difficult, yet most important book I have ever read. I urge you to read it NOW.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
HSMSHSMonday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Helping Hands
I look about the room, I am a newcomer to this group of women. They greet me with smiles and tell me their names. I thought the room would be larger and certainly neater and they would be dressed in fabrics finer...why? I don't know, what do you wear when you are doing the work of Sisters with a passion for others? And volunteers no less.
I am introduced to several of the women, names...I am so bad at them. They enter my mind and swirl around like a dust devil in the desert, leaving as quickly as they arrived. I remember only a few....Carol, Joanne, Betty.
Carol takes me under her wing and shows me around. I wonder, "are you why I am here?" I don't dare ask.
And then I see her. She is thin, wearing a black velvet hat, with a wide brim and large black bow. It covers her head, there is no hair peaking out from underneath. She wears her heavy winter coat, though the room is quite warm and goes about the business of the Sister's passion. Yes, she is why I am here.
Bolts of fabric cover the walls. Quilts in all stages of completion lie about the room. Women stand at tables cutting fabric, others are at machines assembling these rainbow-colored pieces into coverlets that will then be quilted and bound into a their final stage of completion.
The beauty is not in the finished product. Oh, yes they are magnificent. They are works of art. The beauty is in what happens to the finished product. For each finished quilt...a labor of love, crafted from start to finish strictly by the hands of someone with a passion, from materials donated, is then given to a woman who is receiving chemotherapy through the James Cancer Hospital, to use as a lap blanket during her treatments.
The organization is called the James Stitching Sisters. It was a great day....I was humbled and proud to have had the opportunity to help and be counted as one of the Sisters.
I am introduced to several of the women, names...I am so bad at them. They enter my mind and swirl around like a dust devil in the desert, leaving as quickly as they arrived. I remember only a few....Carol, Joanne, Betty.
Carol takes me under her wing and shows me around. I wonder, "are you why I am here?" I don't dare ask.
And then I see her. She is thin, wearing a black velvet hat, with a wide brim and large black bow. It covers her head, there is no hair peaking out from underneath. She wears her heavy winter coat, though the room is quite warm and goes about the business of the Sister's passion. Yes, she is why I am here.
Bolts of fabric cover the walls. Quilts in all stages of completion lie about the room. Women stand at tables cutting fabric, others are at machines assembling these rainbow-colored pieces into coverlets that will then be quilted and bound into a their final stage of completion.
The beauty is not in the finished product. Oh, yes they are magnificent. They are works of art. The beauty is in what happens to the finished product. For each finished quilt...a labor of love, crafted from start to finish strictly by the hands of someone with a passion, from materials donated, is then given to a woman who is receiving chemotherapy through the James Cancer Hospital, to use as a lap blanket during her treatments.
The organization is called the James Stitching Sisters. It was a great day....I was humbled and proud to have had the opportunity to help and be counted as one of the Sisters.
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