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flying the coup1
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...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, August 05, 2012, 9:08:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, August 05, 2012 10:45:00 AM
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 02, 2014 2:39:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Thursday, January 11, 2018
  • Ngayong araw nag chat kaming dalawa sa messenger... Maybe my second chance na mangyayari... Pero I'm not expecting kung meron kasi alam kong masasaktan lang ako ulit... I will not mess anything right now... ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, January 11, 2018 9:22:00 AM
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
First Camping Trip
Friday, January 10, 2014
  • My First Ozark Mountains Camping Trip by ROLLAND LOVE http://ozarkstories.com I was eight years old the first time I camped in the Ozark Mountains. Dad and I pitched our tent on a gravel bar on the Jacks Fork River. For dinner that evening, we ate fried squirrel and corn on the cob from Mom’s garden. I sat by the firelight and dreamed about the big fish I would catch the next day as red and yellow flames cast shadows that danced like ghosts at the edge of darkness. The full moon and so many stars made the sky look like a silve ...continued...

  • By: Rolland   Love
  • Friday, January 10, 2014, 1:44:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, January 12, 2014 10:59:00 AM
First 12 Years
Wednesday, July 29, 1992 to Wednesday, May 01, 2013
  • Jordan Dixon Chapter 1 ...continued...

  • By: Jordan  Dixon
  • Wednesday, May 01, 2013, 5:36:00 AM
  • updated: Wednesday, May 01, 2013 7:34:00 PM
2. Bluestone Road
Sunday, March 25, 1973 to Tuesday, March 25, 1975
  • Living so close to our school had a couple of advantages: I could go home for my lunch and in the evenings Tommy and l would squeeze through the railings and have a kick about in the playground. One evening we climbed onto the toilet roof to look for balls. I was busy trying to dislodge a tennis ball from the gutter when I heard loud knocking coming from the main building, I glanced over and saw the stern face of our headmistress, ...continued...

  • By: kris  waters
  • Friday, February 01, 2013, 1:21:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, February 01, 2013 2:19:00 PM
Friday, February 10, 2017 to Tuesday, February 28, 2017
  • It was started in the birthday of my cousin his friend in "pisonet"... I never thought he will be part of my life... We drink until morning, His close friend one of my cousin also introduce him to me... I just smile at him and I just said nice meeting... And to be corrected no sparks on that time... He thinks at first that i have a crush on him but sorry I'm not easy to get... After those drinks we meet in our brgy agan but we dont talk I just look at him he look at me also... then time gose by thesame area again... My cousin his bestfriend starts to make an issue betwe ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, January 12, 2018 7:24:00 PM
The Snapping Turtle
Thursday, April 09, 2015 to Sunday, April 19, 2015
  • I had an interesting event while out looking for the horses. First I went up by the pond to see if they'd gone that way. A spring on the topside makes a large mud puddle that's in the path. I thought I saw a large rock, but then it moved. Ha. A large snapping turtle more like it. So I pulled up next to it to get a better look. Then it crawled underneath the 4-wheeler. I didn't want to run over it, so thought I'd just wait until it crawled back out the other side. Well of course it can't be that simple. Turbo saw it and decided to bark at it. And then it decided right there ...continued...

  • By: Madison  Woods
  • Sunday, April 19, 2015, 7:48:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, April 19, 2015 7:53:00 PM
Self-Assessment of Understanding of Cultural Diversity Issues”
Sunday, January 15, 2017 to Wednesday, January 25, 2017
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  • By: Key  Burns
  • Wednesday, January 25, 2017, 1:47:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, January 25, 2017 1:54:00 PM
boyfriend requirement list
Monday, June 23, 1986 to Sunday, June 30, 2002
  • Tall Cute Muslim Great English Confident Not skinny Working Great prospects <span style="color:# ...continued...

  • By: abayomi  tahir
  • Sunday, August 05, 2012, 9:08:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, August 05, 2012 10:52:00 AM
Chicken or Dare
Tuesday, August 24, 1965 to Sunday, October 24, 1965
  • Chicken or Dare I have a history with chickens. Not a good history either. As a matter of fact, the appearance of a leg of chicken on my plate brings me flashbacks of a long ago visit to my great grandmother’s farm during one of our frequent trips to Smithville to visit. We called our great grandmother Ganny. Her real name was Zelma Lizzie Christine Franz Kunkel. My older cousin inspired the name Ganny since he was the oldest of our generation. There wasn’t anything magical abo ...continued...

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
First 10 Years
Friday, April 30, 1965 to Wednesday, April 30, 1975
  • I had a best friend while we were living in Gold Hill. Her name was Gail Stevens. We were really close. She's part Native American. She told she was part Cherokee. One day while we were at recess, we decided to sneak off and go across the road over to the cemetary. To this day I'm stillnot sure why we did it, I guess we were just curios. Well we were walking around and came up to a shed. All of a sudden we heard a noise, it sounded like a ghost, being only 6 years old you would think that we were scared, well we weren't. Next thing we know the grounds keeper jumped out ...continued...

  • By: Laura  Register
  • Tuesday, September 03, 2013, 7:21:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, September 04, 2013 7:58:00 PM
The beggining
Saturday, August 01, 1964 to Thursday, August 01, 1974
  • By Chris Christodoulou &nb ...continued...

  • By: Chris  Christodoulou
  • Monday, August 11, 2014, 11:19:00 AM
  • updated: Monday, August 11, 2014 1:38:00 PM

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