Is this what winning a war looks like?
This is what American tax dollars pay for? This is the health care we give to veterans? This is how American soldiers are told to treat Iraqi civilians? We have been lied to.
This is the story from the soldiers' mouths.
"Somebody coming to our facility filing a claim might get $25,000 for the home that we accidentally dropped a bomb on and $2,500 for the son that was killed in that accident. And that just...[long pause] goes, goes to show the relative value...that Americans place on Iraqi lives, based on that policy that we carried out there." - Adam Kokesh, former Marine Corp sergeant
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Oh Senator McCain
McCain: Barack Obama wants to spread the wealth around!
[Crowd boos.]
Some say McCain should have been using this line from the beginning, that it would have helped his position. I have no doubt that it would have. Do you see a problem with this? I do.
What, exactly, is wrong with spreading the wealth around? This is music to my ears and to the ears of anyone who has half a brain. To me, McCain is helping Obama’s position. If I were in great need, I would really appreciate a little bit of someone else’s wealth. And if I have more than I need, I’m willing to give up some of it for someone else’s need. How sick is it (rather, it is a symptom of the sickness of our mindset) to disparage someone who wants to take what someone has no need of and give it to someone who needs it?
But nobody in charge sees it that way. If they do, they must keep it well hidden. Where have all the socialists gone?
[Crowd boos.]
Some say McCain should have been using this line from the beginning, that it would have helped his position. I have no doubt that it would have. Do you see a problem with this? I do.
What, exactly, is wrong with spreading the wealth around? This is music to my ears and to the ears of anyone who has half a brain. To me, McCain is helping Obama’s position. If I were in great need, I would really appreciate a little bit of someone else’s wealth. And if I have more than I need, I’m willing to give up some of it for someone else’s need. How sick is it (rather, it is a symptom of the sickness of our mindset) to disparage someone who wants to take what someone has no need of and give it to someone who needs it?
But nobody in charge sees it that way. If they do, they must keep it well hidden. Where have all the socialists gone?
Saturday, October 18, 2008
quote and thought
This should have been posted here to begin with.
With telegraphy and photography leading the way, a new definition of information came into being. Here was information that rejected the necessity of interconnectedness, proceeded without context, argued for instancy against historical continuity, and offered fascination in place of complexity and coherence.
…
Like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, we are awash in information. And all the sorcerer has left us is a broom. Information has become a form of garbage, not only incapable of answering the most fundamental human questions but barely useful in providing coherent direction to the solution of even mundane problems. To say it still another way: The milieu in which Technopoly flourishes is one in which the tie between information and human purpose has been severed, i.e., information appears indiscriminately, directed at no one in particular, in enormous volume and at high speeds, and disconnected from theory, meaning, or purpose.
All of this has called into being a new world. …It is a world in which the idea of human progress, as Bacon expressed it, has been replaced by the idea of technological progress. The aim is not to reduce ignorance, superstition, and suffering but to accommodate ourselves to the requirements of new technologies.
-From Technopoly by Neil Postman
On another subject, football has taken the place of other social gatherings. For what other reasons did or do people gather in large groups? Church, concerts, festivals, holidays, grand speeches; although church is the only one that should take place on a weekly basis. Maybe. It bothers me that all this hoopla over a bloody and warlike sport has gradually supplanted other, more peaceful, interaction-, morality- and growth-oriented gatherings. You don’t gain anything by watching football, and you feel a sense of brotherhood, I guess, with some people who are also just cheering for a football team. What is the purpose? Just a thought.
With telegraphy and photography leading the way, a new definition of information came into being. Here was information that rejected the necessity of interconnectedness, proceeded without context, argued for instancy against historical continuity, and offered fascination in place of complexity and coherence.
…
Like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, we are awash in information. And all the sorcerer has left us is a broom. Information has become a form of garbage, not only incapable of answering the most fundamental human questions but barely useful in providing coherent direction to the solution of even mundane problems. To say it still another way: The milieu in which Technopoly flourishes is one in which the tie between information and human purpose has been severed, i.e., information appears indiscriminately, directed at no one in particular, in enormous volume and at high speeds, and disconnected from theory, meaning, or purpose.
All of this has called into being a new world. …It is a world in which the idea of human progress, as Bacon expressed it, has been replaced by the idea of technological progress. The aim is not to reduce ignorance, superstition, and suffering but to accommodate ourselves to the requirements of new technologies.
-From Technopoly by Neil Postman
On another subject, football has taken the place of other social gatherings. For what other reasons did or do people gather in large groups? Church, concerts, festivals, holidays, grand speeches; although church is the only one that should take place on a weekly basis. Maybe. It bothers me that all this hoopla over a bloody and warlike sport has gradually supplanted other, more peaceful, interaction-, morality- and growth-oriented gatherings. You don’t gain anything by watching football, and you feel a sense of brotherhood, I guess, with some people who are also just cheering for a football team. What is the purpose? Just a thought.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Travelin' in the USA
Many years ago my wife and I had overseas assignments, posted in Vienna, Austria. While there, we had the opportunity to travel with the United Nations Russian Club to several locations within the USSR. The trip was a wonderfully enjoyable experience through which we gained a first-hand taste of life in Russia. With our accommodations, visits with dignitaries, and special travel arrangements, I'm sure we saw things through tinted lenses.
One area that was difficut to cover up, however, were the trips through the Moscow airport. The tight security was definitely a change from my prior experiences. The extreme crowding in the airport remains a strong memory. People were packed in, milling about, sitting on the floor: a situation I had not seen before and had not since.
Had not since - until my last trip through the Atlanta airport on July 31, 2008. There were people everywhere. At the gate from which I was to fly out, three planes were scheduled to be at the gate within minutes of each other. Because of the stack-up, there were passengers waiting to board all three planes. Since my planes in Atlanta almost always seem to arrive very near the end of D concourse and depart from very near the end of B concourse, I get to see quite a few gates. They all seemed to be as crowded as mine - people packed in, milling about, sitting on the floor. The similarity of this experience to one I had 25 years ago was enough to bring the old memory back to the surface.
I didn't think I would ever begin comparing life in the USSR to life in the USA, but that is exactly what this experience did for me. In a week when the news had been full of stories about failing cranes, decrepit bridges, and overloaded flight systems, my experience at the Atlanta airport provided me with a personal experience of what appears to be the general decline of American infrastructure.
July 31st did happen to be a bad day for travel with storms affecting much of the US. However, my extended stay in ATL gave me plenty of opportunities to discuss recent travel with other passengers. The impression I got from their stories was that delays had become expected; for example, even a two-hour layover is not enough to guarantee that you will make your connecting flight.
One data point doesn't prove a theory, but I'd much prefer not to have any corroborating data points and to have hassle-free travel from now on. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that to expect that would leave me disappointed. The downward slope looks pretty real.
One area that was difficut to cover up, however, were the trips through the Moscow airport. The tight security was definitely a change from my prior experiences. The extreme crowding in the airport remains a strong memory. People were packed in, milling about, sitting on the floor: a situation I had not seen before and had not since.
Had not since - until my last trip through the Atlanta airport on July 31, 2008. There were people everywhere. At the gate from which I was to fly out, three planes were scheduled to be at the gate within minutes of each other. Because of the stack-up, there were passengers waiting to board all three planes. Since my planes in Atlanta almost always seem to arrive very near the end of D concourse and depart from very near the end of B concourse, I get to see quite a few gates. They all seemed to be as crowded as mine - people packed in, milling about, sitting on the floor. The similarity of this experience to one I had 25 years ago was enough to bring the old memory back to the surface.
I didn't think I would ever begin comparing life in the USSR to life in the USA, but that is exactly what this experience did for me. In a week when the news had been full of stories about failing cranes, decrepit bridges, and overloaded flight systems, my experience at the Atlanta airport provided me with a personal experience of what appears to be the general decline of American infrastructure.
July 31st did happen to be a bad day for travel with storms affecting much of the US. However, my extended stay in ATL gave me plenty of opportunities to discuss recent travel with other passengers. The impression I got from their stories was that delays had become expected; for example, even a two-hour layover is not enough to guarantee that you will make your connecting flight.
One data point doesn't prove a theory, but I'd much prefer not to have any corroborating data points and to have hassle-free travel from now on. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that to expect that would leave me disappointed. The downward slope looks pretty real.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Emotional Morning
My daughter posted two articles to her blog describing a past family event (posts one and two). As always, I am happy that she can express her thoughts and emotions. I think doing so is a healthy way to come to grips with painful events and the emotions surrounding them. Thank you, Allison, for your willingness to share.
It is also therapeutic for me. Following the loss of our son, I was too numb to realize and then be of any comfort to either my daughter or my other son. I had too much of my own grief and my wife's grief to contend with to reach much further. With that grief so heavy on my mind, and my children living away from home, their response to the loss unfortunately didn't get much of my brain time. Only if they brought up issues did I get far enough out of my own mending to try to reach out and try to help them. Painful to recall and state.
I have found from this experience that we all respond to loss in different ways. I will forever grieve at David's death on so many levels yet my inner turmoil and outward response to his passing seemed to quickly reach what my counselor said was the goal - that grieving should become less intense, shorter in duration, and less frequent with the passage of time. Allison's blog entries indicate that this is occurring for her. But they also reflect back on some of the challenges she faced to reach this point - challenges that for one reason or another I didn't have to face. It is clear to me that she had the tougher road to follow. Not being tested the way she was, I can only hope that I would have had the same ability to move through life.
Great loss, whether physical or emotional, leaves scars - or stumps. All of our life events shape us and we are never the same afterwards. Large events leave us greatly changed. Our best hope is that we can make the most of the new person that has emerged and mold that person in a way that allows us to move forward in a positive way.
It is also therapeutic for me. Following the loss of our son, I was too numb to realize and then be of any comfort to either my daughter or my other son. I had too much of my own grief and my wife's grief to contend with to reach much further. With that grief so heavy on my mind, and my children living away from home, their response to the loss unfortunately didn't get much of my brain time. Only if they brought up issues did I get far enough out of my own mending to try to reach out and try to help them. Painful to recall and state.
I have found from this experience that we all respond to loss in different ways. I will forever grieve at David's death on so many levels yet my inner turmoil and outward response to his passing seemed to quickly reach what my counselor said was the goal - that grieving should become less intense, shorter in duration, and less frequent with the passage of time. Allison's blog entries indicate that this is occurring for her. But they also reflect back on some of the challenges she faced to reach this point - challenges that for one reason or another I didn't have to face. It is clear to me that she had the tougher road to follow. Not being tested the way she was, I can only hope that I would have had the same ability to move through life.
Great loss, whether physical or emotional, leaves scars - or stumps. All of our life events shape us and we are never the same afterwards. Large events leave us greatly changed. Our best hope is that we can make the most of the new person that has emerged and mold that person in a way that allows us to move forward in a positive way.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
i wish i could draw
This is one of the few times in my life I wish I could draw. If I could, I would draw a bunch of leaf blowers, gas-powered edgers, and gas-powered riding lawn mowers covered with cobwebs in a room, and just outside the room would be a man with a concerned, or even terrified, look on his face, clutching a red gas can. It would be called "the oil crisis" or something like that. I might try to do it, although it will turn out badly.
I was walking home from my oral test this morning, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the clear day that is turning out to be hot but gorgeous, when I was forced to stick my head inside my jacket to breathe because of leaf blowers. I know it's more efficient to use them, but is that always the best way? Furthermore, as I walked by Bowman, the field they try so very hard to keep pristine, I looked at the edge near the road. Bottle caps, plastic wrapping, and other random trash are all over. You idiots are ruining your own field. It's the gathering place for everyone, which is probably why there is so much trash. The gardeners do a fantastic job of keeping the grass green and mown, and you love to be on it, yet all you do is trash it up. I guess some of the problem could be that the leaf blowers were pushing trash onto the field. In that case, you gardeners ruin our field at the same time you try to keep it clean! Either way, the trash comes from somewhere, whether it be the road or the students who drop it themselves. Is that what you like to see? Does it please you to have to move your blanket because you put it on top of an empty bottle?
I wish I could be more coherent about this, but I'm not even sure exactly what it is I'm angry at. I wish people cared more about what their surroundings look like. I mean, people who have some control over it. I can't exactly plant a garden in my spot of dirt, but I can make sure people who come to a party at my place know where the trash can is and avoid tossing it in the yard. I can avoid throwing a glass bottle onto the sidewalk. I can avoid leaving a McDonald's bag on the ground in front of my apartment, which when the wind blows goes straight to the neighbor's yard.
CARE about the environment! Apparently all the programs Clemson puts on all the time aren't working! What the hell can we do differently so that people will CARE?
I was walking home from my oral test this morning, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the clear day that is turning out to be hot but gorgeous, when I was forced to stick my head inside my jacket to breathe because of leaf blowers. I know it's more efficient to use them, but is that always the best way? Furthermore, as I walked by Bowman, the field they try so very hard to keep pristine, I looked at the edge near the road. Bottle caps, plastic wrapping, and other random trash are all over. You idiots are ruining your own field. It's the gathering place for everyone, which is probably why there is so much trash. The gardeners do a fantastic job of keeping the grass green and mown, and you love to be on it, yet all you do is trash it up. I guess some of the problem could be that the leaf blowers were pushing trash onto the field. In that case, you gardeners ruin our field at the same time you try to keep it clean! Either way, the trash comes from somewhere, whether it be the road or the students who drop it themselves. Is that what you like to see? Does it please you to have to move your blanket because you put it on top of an empty bottle?
I wish I could be more coherent about this, but I'm not even sure exactly what it is I'm angry at. I wish people cared more about what their surroundings look like. I mean, people who have some control over it. I can't exactly plant a garden in my spot of dirt, but I can make sure people who come to a party at my place know where the trash can is and avoid tossing it in the yard. I can avoid throwing a glass bottle onto the sidewalk. I can avoid leaving a McDonald's bag on the ground in front of my apartment, which when the wind blows goes straight to the neighbor's yard.
CARE about the environment! Apparently all the programs Clemson puts on all the time aren't working! What the hell can we do differently so that people will CARE?
Monday, February 18, 2008
freedom
What is the nature of human freedom? Does such a thing exist? Do you and I have any more freedom than North Koreans? (Wikipedia on North Korea.)
It was mentioned in a class yesterday (by a professor I highly respect) that those sent to Auschwitz had no less freedom than we do; their illusion of freedom was just taken away. Do we live under an illusion of freedom? Are we really no more and no less free than they were? Their lives and deaths were controlled by guards; our lives are controlled by societal forces and traditions. We don't know any more than they did when we're going to die. We don't have control over it, unless we set a date and do it ourselves, and even then, does that constitute freedom? To have that small amount of control over something that's going to happen to you anyway?
I submit that North Koreans simply live under a different illusion than we do.
It was mentioned in a class yesterday (by a professor I highly respect) that those sent to Auschwitz had no less freedom than we do; their illusion of freedom was just taken away. Do we live under an illusion of freedom? Are we really no more and no less free than they were? Their lives and deaths were controlled by guards; our lives are controlled by societal forces and traditions. We don't know any more than they did when we're going to die. We don't have control over it, unless we set a date and do it ourselves, and even then, does that constitute freedom? To have that small amount of control over something that's going to happen to you anyway?
I submit that North Koreans simply live under a different illusion than we do.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Dad's trip home continued
I started a new post so the newest pics could be on top. Also, for those interested, dad is now back home, confirmed by mom.
(A Sliver)
A sliver isn't much on which to base an opinion and a ribbon of highway is a pretty thin sliver. A single spot on that ribbon is insignificant. Yet sometimes that is all we have.
A story in a Colby, KS newspaper detailed a meeting in which wind power industry spokesmen were urging the KS legislature to take more advantage of this abundant natural resource.
I can attest to how widespread that resource is - I had to fight it pretty much across the state.
A historical marker in the Flint Hills region east of Salina described the area and mentioned that another resource, the prairie, is used to graze a million head of cattle per year. Just in the Flint Hills region.
A big, wide open place filled with cattle, grain, oil, wind, and people making a living getting those resources to all of us. Thank goodness we have it.
I'm through Kansas and with family in Missouri. My goal is to get to St. Louis, visit my niece and get somewhere further east, perhaps to Nashville.
(Arches)
I seem to have a thing for arches. You have to admit, they can be pretty spectacular. Whether created via a multi-million year process of sediment deposition, rock formation, erosion by multiple forces at different rates through various rock strata or through a mult-year visioning, architecting, engineering, money-raising, and building process, the resulting grandeur can be overwhelming.
I left my sister and brother-in-law's house in Overland Park, MO this morning, stopped in St. Louis long enough to see my niece and get a picture of the arch and skyline and hit the road again. I made it to Paducah where I'll spend the night.
("Sweet memories...Coming right up!")
This is the line on a freeway ad for a national chain restaurant. Care to guess which one? I can think of several to which it would apply for me.
Earlier in the day, prior to seeing the sign, when I got hungry I thought "where would I like to eat?" The answer: "a place with comfort food and fond memories." For me, the one place that fits that description is the same place with the ad. If you've been to one, the ad is well connected. If you haven't, well ...
The food reminds me of summer family gatherings with my mom's family. The interior is filled with pictures, signs, and implements of a bygone era. Comfy rockers await on the front porch.
It has a cozy fireplace that defintely felt good on this particularly frigid day. The wait staff are friendly. Charles worked at one in college and we would eat there on our way home after a visit. Just what I needed as part of my transition trip home!
Interior of a Cracker Barrel on the way home.
(A Sliver)
A sliver isn't much on which to base an opinion and a ribbon of highway is a pretty thin sliver. A single spot on that ribbon is insignificant. Yet sometimes that is all we have.
A story in a Colby, KS newspaper detailed a meeting in which wind power industry spokesmen were urging the KS legislature to take more advantage of this abundant natural resource.
I can attest to how widespread that resource is - I had to fight it pretty much across the state.
A historical marker in the Flint Hills region east of Salina described the area and mentioned that another resource, the prairie, is used to graze a million head of cattle per year. Just in the Flint Hills region.
A big, wide open place filled with cattle, grain, oil, wind, and people making a living getting those resources to all of us. Thank goodness we have it.
I'm through Kansas and with family in Missouri. My goal is to get to St. Louis, visit my niece and get somewhere further east, perhaps to Nashville.
(Arches)
I seem to have a thing for arches. You have to admit, they can be pretty spectacular. Whether created via a multi-million year process of sediment deposition, rock formation, erosion by multiple forces at different rates through various rock strata or through a mult-year visioning, architecting, engineering, money-raising, and building process, the resulting grandeur can be overwhelming.
I left my sister and brother-in-law's house in Overland Park, MO this morning, stopped in St. Louis long enough to see my niece and get a picture of the arch and skyline and hit the road again. I made it to Paducah where I'll spend the night.
("Sweet memories...Coming right up!")
This is the line on a freeway ad for a national chain restaurant. Care to guess which one? I can think of several to which it would apply for me.
Earlier in the day, prior to seeing the sign, when I got hungry I thought "where would I like to eat?" The answer: "a place with comfort food and fond memories." For me, the one place that fits that description is the same place with the ad. If you've been to one, the ad is well connected. If you haven't, well ...
The food reminds me of summer family gatherings with my mom's family. The interior is filled with pictures, signs, and implements of a bygone era. Comfy rockers await on the front porch.
It has a cozy fireplace that defintely felt good on this particularly frigid day. The wait staff are friendly. Charles worked at one in college and we would eat there on our way home after a visit. Just what I needed as part of my transition trip home!
Interior of a Cracker Barrel on the way home.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Dad's trip home
A linear collage of emails.
Roads were dry but snow covers the landscape.
(Arches)
First stop!
(Play Day)
Delicate Arch is 1 1/2 miles from parking lot, relatively smooth ground but some elevation gain. Cold. Last section skirts a cliff, trail was snow covered at that point. Glad I had my trail shoes, parka, hat, and gloves.
(Outdoor Pool)
Fed by hot springs! The air is still freezing but people are in the water.
(A bit "redrum"ish)
The Hotel Colorado interior. Completed 1893. Buffalo Bill Cody, Al Capone, and the Mayo bros. (founders of the Mayo Clinic) all have an association with it.
(Skiing)
Not the best day for taking pictures. If you like skiing in the sun, not the best day for that, either. But I've skied in worse and if you like shallow powder, this was great. Before today, I didn't know what the fuss was all about. Now I have an inkling.
The resort is Sunlight, south of Glenwood Springs on the way to Snowmass and Aspen. I believe it has a bit more terrain than Bluewood, close to White Pass but more vertical drop. Friendly people and not much of a crowd, particularly for a holiday. Just the type of resort I was looking for.
(Hot Springs - Good for What Ails You)
Sauna, steam room, they work too. I've never been in one much bigger than a coffin or broom closet. Well not one that would hold more than 8-10 people anyway. And yes that is large enough for a gathering, particularly in Europe where one attends sans clothing.
But if you have something bigger in mind for your après ski, check out the hot springs in Glenwood Springs, CO. It is huge and draws quite a crowd.
It was snowing but with the water temperature at 104 degrees F (40 C), the snow didn't matter.
From above it looks quite bright. Standing in the pool in the mist the feeling is completely different. Eerie - people come and go from sight as the mist shifts, even when they are just a few feet a way.
(Over the Mountains and Through the Snow...)
To Denver I Shall Go!
My picture looks amazingly similar to the CO DOT webcam pictures. It wouldn't make nearly as good a story if I sent a lesser picture.
It looks bad - and seeing the webcam pics didn't exactly ease my concerns. However, through a combination of caution, watching out for the other guy, the application of superb driving skills honed through years of practice, watching the weather, timing my approach, and a bit of luck, it was a rather uneventful, albeit harshly beautiful, trip.
I made it to Denver, washed the road crud from my car and had lunch with Kris. Didn't time my exit so well and ended up in Denver rush hour traffic. Even so, I made it to Colby, Toto, just into the central time zone.
Tomorrow I'm on to KCMO (Kansas City, Missouri)
Roads were dry but snow covers the landscape.
(Arches)
First stop!
(Play Day)
Delicate Arch is 1 1/2 miles from parking lot, relatively smooth ground but some elevation gain. Cold. Last section skirts a cliff, trail was snow covered at that point. Glad I had my trail shoes, parka, hat, and gloves.
(Outdoor Pool)
Fed by hot springs! The air is still freezing but people are in the water.
(A bit "redrum"ish)
The Hotel Colorado interior. Completed 1893. Buffalo Bill Cody, Al Capone, and the Mayo bros. (founders of the Mayo Clinic) all have an association with it.
(Skiing)
Not the best day for taking pictures. If you like skiing in the sun, not the best day for that, either. But I've skied in worse and if you like shallow powder, this was great. Before today, I didn't know what the fuss was all about. Now I have an inkling.
The resort is Sunlight, south of Glenwood Springs on the way to Snowmass and Aspen. I believe it has a bit more terrain than Bluewood, close to White Pass but more vertical drop. Friendly people and not much of a crowd, particularly for a holiday. Just the type of resort I was looking for.
(Hot Springs - Good for What Ails You)
Sauna, steam room, they work too. I've never been in one much bigger than a coffin or broom closet. Well not one that would hold more than 8-10 people anyway. And yes that is large enough for a gathering, particularly in Europe where one attends sans clothing.
But if you have something bigger in mind for your après ski, check out the hot springs in Glenwood Springs, CO. It is huge and draws quite a crowd.
It was snowing but with the water temperature at 104 degrees F (40 C), the snow didn't matter.
From above it looks quite bright. Standing in the pool in the mist the feeling is completely different. Eerie - people come and go from sight as the mist shifts, even when they are just a few feet a way.
(Over the Mountains and Through the Snow...)
To Denver I Shall Go!
My picture looks amazingly similar to the CO DOT webcam pictures. It wouldn't make nearly as good a story if I sent a lesser picture.
It looks bad - and seeing the webcam pics didn't exactly ease my concerns. However, through a combination of caution, watching out for the other guy, the application of superb driving skills honed through years of practice, watching the weather, timing my approach, and a bit of luck, it was a rather uneventful, albeit harshly beautiful, trip.
I made it to Denver, washed the road crud from my car and had lunch with Kris. Didn't time my exit so well and ended up in Denver rush hour traffic. Even so, I made it to Colby, Toto, just into the central time zone.
Tomorrow I'm on to KCMO (Kansas City, Missouri)
Friday, January 4, 2008
Out of the Gate
It finally happened. It probably would not have without the gentle yet effective persuasion of someone close to me. We have had conversations about it in the past with her offering to help and me not committing. She finally took the step that hooked me - she set up this blog and offered that we maintain it jointly. With the offer of such effective support, it was an easy decision to make.
You see, she is a blogger already (http://allisonmarie.wordpress.com/) and has been blogging for years. Her posts keep me coming back to see the new ways she finds to express herself, her emotions and feelings, her view of the world. Her posts make one think and consider things from different points of view. She helps me grow.
Getting started at something new is difficult without the right guidance and motivation. Thank you, Allison, for this gift.
You see, she is a blogger already (http://allisonmarie.wordpress.com/) and has been blogging for years. Her posts keep me coming back to see the new ways she finds to express herself, her emotions and feelings, her view of the world. Her posts make one think and consider things from different points of view. She helps me grow.
Getting started at something new is difficult without the right guidance and motivation. Thank you, Allison, for this gift.
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