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Wednesday, January 25, 2017 to Saturday, February 04, 2017
  • Discussion One Due: 2/5/17 1. Hello everyone! I am Ellen Morrell. I am from the suburbs of Chicago originally. This is my first semester at UWM and I am very excited for this class. I graduated from Colorado State University in 2011 with a degree in Merchandising. I am interested in becoming a recreational therapist so I thought this program would be great to help me with my career goals. I wish I had known about recreational therapy when I was 18! I was originally interested in occupational therapy, unfortunately I did not get in my first round of applying. Although I will most likely reap ...continued...

  • By: Ellen  Morrell
  • Saturday, February 04, 2017, 12:48:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, February 05, 2017 2:50:00 PM
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
  • Every single day we have to setup our camp and get the dogs settled. Every day we look forward to sitting in our cold tent for some degree of warmth and relative relaxation warming water for drinking and mixing with our dehydrated meals. We realize it is still below zero in our tent (our water will freeze overnight if left in something uninsulated), but warmth at this point is relative, funny how that works. To create our little slice of the tropics here we of course need a tent, and to set our tents up, we have to use an evil little device called an ice screw. See, we cannot use ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:25:00 AM
Christmas 1960
Friday, August 29, 2014 to Monday, September 08, 2014
  • Christmas 1961 We lived across the street from St Rita's Church and upstairs of Sophie's Hat Shop. Sophie was a very proper Lady who made custom tailored hats for discriminating, dapper gentlemen, like my Dad. She also owned the building and was thrilled to rent to us as local business people. Bonnie Thomas and her Mom lived next door on the same level as we did. Downstairs was Sophie's shop and living space. Everything felt very rich and fancy. Thick carpet on the heavy polished wooden stairs. Fancy wallpaper. Thick pretty carpet through the living room. Sw ...continued...

  • By: Maran  Banta
  • Tuesday, September 02, 2014, 12:00:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, September 12, 2014 3:07:00 PM
First 10 Years -Years of Happy Innocence
Tuesday, November 11, 1952 to Sunday, November 11, 1962
  • 11 is a very important number in my life. Let me tell you why. I was born at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the year, the 11th child of the 12 that my mother and father had in total. Of the 10 that had been born before me, only four were still living when I was born; four of the six who had died had not reached their first birthday. Of the four then alive, only two survive to this day. So out of 12 children, only the last four , including me, are,as at the time of starting writing this story in 2013, still living. And, as with most births at that time a ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Monday, July 22, 2013, 8:26:00 AM
  • updated: Wednesday, July 08, 2020 2:48:00 PM
Truth is clearly overrated among our kind (3)
Wednesday, February 17, 2016 to Saturday, February 27, 2016
  • The lesson should be constantly enforced that, though the people support the government, the government should not support the people. (President Grover Cleveland, while vetoing a bill offering financial aid to the poor, 1887) Collyfoxing By coincidence I happened to see a YouTube video put up by Jon Ritzheimer a few weeks back, one of the gang leaders that occupied the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge and who is now in jail. He stood in front of a table piled high with dozens of dildos that his detractors had sent. What struck me, however, was the seemin ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Monday, August 04, 2014, 6:05:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, February 27, 2016 9:18:00 AM
Personal Story
Saturday, January 14, 2017 to Tuesday, January 24, 2017
  • Hello, I am Austin. I am currently enrolled as a Biology student at the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee. This story will follow me through out the coursework of Client Diversity in Health Science, which is part of my required social sciences/cultural diversity core competencey classes. I've always taken a liking to natural sciences, more specifically health science. I began my journey as a Biomedical Sciences (medical technology) student back in 2011 where I began to fall out of line with the concepts that were being taught to me. I took a few years off and am now back studying Bi ...continued...

  • By: Austin  Slawson
  • Tuesday, January 24, 2017, 12:57:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, January 25, 2017 7:59:00 PM
Saturday, July 26, 2014 to Tuesday, August 05, 2014
  • Synopsis: A brief but instructive tale on behavior and morality, dear reader. This is a cautionary story for our modern times as we step gently into the 20th century, from July 1901 to August 1902. Karl Krentz rolled the Havana cigar in his mouth with the tip of his thumb and index finger of his right hand, while his left hand methodically opened and closed behind his back. He surveyed the broad expanse of beach below from the high grassy knoll. To his left were the flashing white cliffs that he had always found so compelling. Krentz, at the moment, felt quite pleased with his place ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Tuesday, August 05, 2014, 7:03:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 05, 2014 9:05:00 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
Dragon Sword -- Chapters 1 & 2
Sunday, December 21, 2014 to Wednesday, December 31, 2014
  • Dragon Sword-Book 3 in The Battle Wizard Saga Chapter 1 Black magic smells like nothing else. Worse than the oily smoke of a rancid grease fire overlaid with a tang of decayed meat. Its evil wrapped around and layered the tongue like a thick paste of ashes and motor oil. Only Sig could smell it. A good extra sense since his job was hunting evil. Sig walked the middle of a narrow, cracked asphalt road bordered by a cornfield to the left. Cars and pickups lined both sides. A sharp steeple rose above the whitewashed wooden building on the right. Morning sun reflected from red and gold pa ...continued...

  • By: C.M.  Lance
  • Wednesday, December 31, 2014, 9:16:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, January 08, 2015 4:54:00 PM
The Start of it All
Thursday, January 15, 2015 to Sunday, January 25, 2015
  • From the start it was like a secret society. You needed to know the handshake or password to get information. I guess that is why it took so long to start this incredible journey as a writer. Since the age of six, when I first started to read, a book was always under my nose. This started it, and from that point reading the written word became a very important part of my life. I could not tell you how many books I have read, or plan to in the near or far future. It started in 2011, when an uncontrollable desire to write short stories took over. I would hammer out words between work assig ...continued...

  • By: Douglas  Owen
  • Sunday, January 25, 2015, 7:49:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, January 25, 2015 8:46:00 AM
me and my scattered memories and thoughts
Saturday, July 27, 1974 to Friday, July 27, 2012
  • Why does it go through my mind in slow motion? All the memories. Things that were kept tightly sealed ia my imaginary box and put away in my imaginery closet. Trying to keep busy in order not to think, not to remember. But it doesnt help. Dont´t get me wrong they are all not bad memories. Alot of them are good ones but for some reason the bad ones are easier to remember. On my way to work I thought I was running late but as usual i am on time. All my l ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, May 03, 2012, 11:13:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, May 03, 2012 12:05:00 PM
Floating The Jacks Fork River
Saturday, October 11, 2014 to Tuesday, October 21, 2014
  • SLICK MOSS COVERED ROCKS A 24 MILE JACKS FORK FLOATING AND CANOE DRAGGING RIVER TRIP It would be IMPOSSIBLE to describe the (grueling) 24 mile (4) day float trip on the Jacks Fork River in the Missouri Ozarks that my guide Mike Overmyer and I endured thinking that around every bend in the river us having to get out of the canoe and drag it over slick moss covered rocks through shallow water as we stumbled along at the pace of a couple injured water buffalo. Periodically I looked down river where the sunshine glistened on the shallow rippling water and s ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Tuesday, October 21, 2014, 3:54:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 3:05:00 PM
The Affected Ones
Sunday, August 01, 2004 to Thursday, July 31, 2014
  • 18 years later In February 2011 an Ecuadorian judge ordered Chevron to pay some $17 billion in fines and punitive damages over the environmental contamination in Ecuador. Water is the source of life. Without clean water we can't survive. (Emergildo Criollo, leader of the Cofan people, Ecuador) Chevron, not surprisingly, said it would appeal the ruling, calling it “illegitimate and unenforceable.” Eighteen years before, when the suit was first filed in a New York court, Chevron fought to have the jurisdiction moved to Ecuador because the ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Saturday, August 16, 2014, 12:01:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, August 22, 2014 12:09:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Tuesday, January 09, 2018
  • Today I meet him accidentally, he look at me and I look at him also... But I tried to regain myself and talk to other person... So that I can move on and forget that he played my feelings... Now I'm writing this as part of my memory... I know memory hurts but time will heal everything... ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
  • updated: Monday, January 08, 2018 10:26:00 AM
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

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