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Next Chapter Info and Invitation
Wednesday, August 06, 2014 to Saturday, August 16, 2014
  • Next Chapter Kansas City exists to provide individuals age 50+ opportunities for learning, employment and meaningful community engagement on a volunteer or paid basis as they discover the next chapter of their lives. Next Chapter Kansas City provides you a community of like-minded individuals who are also at a crossroad and seeking opportunities to use their time and skills for the benefit of their neighbors, the whole community, or for tackling global issues. Next Chapter can connect you to resources, volunteer opportunities, learning circles and networking opportunities. For more in ...continued...

Eye Lashes and Noises at Night
Sunday, April 13, 2014
  • To get these posts out every night is quite an ordeal. The cold saps battery power so quickly you can watch the meter tick away. Every piece of electronics needs to be warmed against the body to restore power, then used quickly. We generally collaborate on our posts then, just before dinner, we will hook up all the various devices and start the long process of uploading our posts. I have to admit it is a pain, but something we both look forward to every night in our tent. I believe Mike is going to write about the noise we heard last night so I won't go into great detail, but I will tel ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:39:00 AM
Backyard Barn
Monday, November 14, 1938 to Sunday, November 14, 1943
  • One summer we (Bill & Jim with us littler one's carrying the nails) built a addition to the barn, it was 3 stories high with 3 different floors. We thought it was quite sturdy but one day Pop went up to the top, he jumped up and down a few times and said it wasn't sturdy enough and had to be torn down, which we (they) did. One day we (I'm sure it was the older kids) took one- of Pop's cigarette packs and went out to the barn to smoke it. The neighbor lady saw all the smoke coming from the barn and she came out with a pail of water to put out the ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, November 17, 2011, 10:23:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, November 17, 2011 12:14:00 PM
Medical Evacuation - Part 2
Monday, April 07, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, April 07, 2014 5:04:00 PM
Interprofessional awareness and CLAS standards
Tuesday, February 28, 2017 to Friday, March 10, 2017
  • Two similarities I found between the CLAS standards, and the standards for Information Technology in the health field are to provide respectful and effective services to people of other cultures, as well as delivering accurate, accessible, and actionable health information that is targeted or tailored. It was hard to find documentation on the cultural standards of Information Security, which is what I eventually plan to go into, so I chose Heathcare Information Technology, which was a bit easier to find information on. Both the CLAS and the IT standards hold tightly to the idea of raising cult ...continued...

  • By: Key  Burns
  • Wednesday, January 25, 2017, 1:47:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, March 10, 2017 1:39:00 PM
My Great Escape
Monday, July 27, 2015 to Thursday, August 06, 2015
  • My Great Escape 4/20/15-email from agent after reading my whole The Color Eater manuscript. I’m super excited because I know an email like this means I’m getting close. There’s merit in my writing. Includes the phrase “I really liked a lot about it; the writing was excellent, the action was well-executed, and the different powers people had were super cool.” Followed by lengthy suggestions where the story could be fleshed out in addition to an invitation to resubmit once re-writes are done. 4/22/15-Panic attack at the ide ...continued...

  • By: Jessica  Conoley
  • Thursday, August 06, 2015, 3:02:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, August 08, 2015 2:07:00 PM
First 10 Years
Wednesday, December 17, 1947 to Tuesday, December 17, 1957
  • Dec 17, 1947, I was born to Lorane Joyce and Daniel Quintin Boje, in Memorial Hospital, Spokane, Washington. Twins had died the year before I arrived, making me, the first born, that lived. My dad married my mom, though she was pregnant with those twins from another man. I know this because, when I was fifty years old, she fessed up and showed me her picture outside the church, and you could see she was well along. My dad told me after his divorce from my mom, to read my birth certificate carefully. Thinking I must be adopted, I studied it. Turns out, he was unemployed, and listed as a labore ...continued...

  • By: David  Boje
  • Tuesday, August 28, 2012, 9:55:00 AM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 28, 2012 10:56:00 AM
THE GREEN BOX by Karen Goodson
Tuesday, March 23, 1993
  • There are moments in your life, as you look back, you can say “That was it! That was a pivotal moment!” For me it was my fathers’ Green Box. My father was the patriarch of our family. A depression baby raised in rural Missouri, the city boy just could not adapt to the slow pace of grazing cows, plowing corn and balancing on the railroad tracks. The city called to him so deeply that at the age of 14 he ran away. Kansas City had all the draw a young country boy could possibly imagine. Yet his naivety wa ...continued...

  • By: Karen  Goodson
  • Friday, February 10, 2012, 7:49:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 10:51:00 AM
Non-Ethnic Groups
Tuesday, April 11, 2017 to Friday, April 21, 2017
  • I found this week's module very interesting. I am personally apart of both the disabled and LGBTQA community. I have always experienced the client's perspective and not the providers perspective so it was eye-opening to me. I think it is important to put people before their disability, especially since everywhere else you go, it seems you are defined by your disability. Cultural competence is being, not "tolerant", but understanding and sympathisizng for every cultural difference. Being tolerant sounds too negative. Since I work in IT, I need to work with all different people ...continued...

  • By: Key  Burns
  • Wednesday, January 25, 2017, 1:47:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, April 21, 2017 12:37:00 PM
Beginning of Catastrophic Connections
Tuesday, March 01, 2005 to Saturday, February 28, 2015
  • ~~In the Nighttime To the individual working in near darkness, the place felt like a basement at midnight, illuminated only by a dim light bulb at the top of the stairway. No. Better. It felt like a mortuary in the middle of the night, the perfectionist mortician preparing a corpse for a starring role at its own funeral. An undertaker is an artist, after all, who must exult in the unveiling of the handiwork—or creative artwork—as gawkers pass by the open casket. The lone figure’s grin appeared as grotesque as the thoughts in its wearer’s head, illuminated as it wa ...continued...

  • By: Joyce  Brown
  • Sunday, March 29, 2015, 3:22:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, March 29, 2015 3:28:00 PM
understanding of cultural diversity issues.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017 to Friday, February 10, 2017
  • Question: “To what extent do my beliefs, prejudices or biases influence my thinking in terms of providing service in my profession or work?” I would say that my beliefs, prejudices, or biases have no influence in providing services in my work. I work in a hospital as a imaging assistant so, i see a lot of diversity and different beliefs. No matter what i will always give good quality care to patients, just like anyone deserves. Some examples from the quiz are: Question 10: if a family member speaks English as well as the patient&rsq ...continued...

  • By: katie  ostrowski
  • Friday, January 27, 2017, 11:51:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, February 10, 2017 2:58:00 PM
Friday, August 16, 2013
  • He is mysterious in every way, the boy I have yet to meet. Nick got my hopes up. He stated that George was coming to visit. As my day progressed, the communication between he and George changed. George wasn't coming to visit... He was coming to say goodbye. As a newly drafted marine, George sought it fit to say his goodbyes before being deployed. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. I had yet to meet him and the possible man of my dreams was going to be just that... a dream. I nearly cried over a boy I had never met. I've been alone for so long that possibilities of meeting peop ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:33:00 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
Thursday, February 19, 2015 to Sunday, March 01, 2015
  • The big blow out! Mom entered my room, I can only imagine after grilling my sibling about her weight, spending habits and other things. She was on the war path and it just so happened that I was the nect victim. I heard a knock which lead to her helping herself into my room as though she owned it. To be honest, she pays the mortgage so every room in this house belongs to her. Immediately she went into the amount of pop cans that were all over my bedroom, and the garbage bag which she assumed was filled with crumpled up chip bags and empty pop cans. She wanted to prove that I wasnt as ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, March 01, 2015, 12:15:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, March 01, 2015 1:46:00 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

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