In the book, Fatherless America: Confronting Our Most Urgent Social Problem, David Blankenhorn asked the question ‘what is your unique role in the family?’ Blankenhorn posed this question to fathers all over the country. The number one answer he received was ‘protector.’ That is what I wanted. I started to think back to my childhood. … Continue reading Growing Up Without The Yardstick
Month: April 2006
Ignore the Girl Behind the Curtains
I'm messing with my template. If things look funny for awhile...well...that's just me. Sorry 'bout that. I'm just trying to make this thing actually look the way I want it to. * edit - okay I think I like it now. What do you all think?
Blurry
Sometimes the lines are blurred. Sometimes things seem to be going along perfectly fine and then all of a sudden everything gets blurry. What once seemed so easy, so clear, so black and white, is suddenly grey and blurred. Life is a little blurry right now. I'm unsure what I should be doing. I thought… Continue reading Blurry
Protected: The Thing I Speak Not Of
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On the Good Ship LollyPop
When I was a little girl everyone used to tell my mom that I was going to be the next Shirley Temple. I think it was because of all my curls, or maybe it was because I was singing and dancing everywhere I went...all the time. I grew up watching The Little Princess over and… Continue reading On the Good Ship LollyPop
Officially Almost Done
I have three more days of classes and one final standing between me and graduation day. Of course I also have one research paper, one reflection paper, one opinion paper, ten online quizzes, ten one page responses to peer presentations, and one story. But hey, I'm almost done right? I have no time to update...must… Continue reading Officially Almost Done
In Memory of Columbine High
Today is April 20th, 2006 . Seven years ago this nation was rocked by the tragedy of Columbine High School. I was a high school sophomore in Smalltown, Missouri and the waves of fear and sadness stretched out from Littleton , Colorado , and forever changed my way of looking at things. Columbine could have… Continue reading In Memory of Columbine High
