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Slice of Memory
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
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As a part of a division 1 college cross country team, I am true thankful for the opportunity that others could only wish for... Unfortunately, theres always a dark side to everything that happens in my life. As a freshman, I ran terribly. I was nervous, scared, and always depressed. I was varsity but with terrible times. I grew and matured as most college kids do and by my sophomore year I was leading the team. I consistently ran in the low 19s and led the team with an iron will to win. The down side is that my coach despises me because I am not the type of athlete who sucks up or lays at some ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
- updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:45:00 PM
89 Degrees!
Thursday, April 10, 2014
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Today we hit 89 degrees, no, not the temperature but 89 degrees north. We are now a little less than one degree away from the North Pole. We have traveled over 60 miles north from our start point. Keep in mind, this does not include any traveling we did moving every other direction to get around open leads, ice boulder fields, or pressure ridges, needless to say we have accomplished alot in the past 6 days (or was it 7 days? Hard to keep track). We are expecting one resupply to get us more fuel and food for the dogs, but we have a great team and everyone is motivated to push hard and get to ...continued...
- By: Mark Andresen
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, April 17, 2014 8:47:00 AM
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89 Degrees!
North Pole
First 10 Years
Wednesday, December 17, 1947 to Tuesday, December 17, 1957
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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
Three Personal Goals
Thursday, February 23, 2017 to Sunday, March 05, 2017
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1.) I would like to become more culturally competent in every aspect of my life, not only including race but people who are different from me. 2.) I would like to learn/study more about the cultures and backgrounds of potential future clients. Then I would like to retake the cultural competence quiz and obtain a better score. 3.) I would like to be able to create plans that would include plans the exhibit cultural competence in my current and/or future profession. ...continued...
- By: Ellen Morrell
- Saturday, February 04, 2017, 12:48:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, March 05, 2017 11:28:00 PM
Interduction
Friday, November 13, 2015 to Monday, November 23, 2015
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Hello, everyone, I am not a writer at all but its something i have been thinking about doing since i was 12 years old. i Have a story i want to tell. I dont want to tell it to make money or get famous. Its a story i want to tell everyone who is or have went through stuff an cant seem to get through it. to let people know everything happens for a reason something good always comes from something bad. The story i want to tell is about my life from the age of ten till the age of 20. From me being molested to me getting married. I think i could get to a lot of people. I want to do something good f ...continued...
- By: paullett lenard
- Monday, November 23, 2015, 1:25:00 AM
- updated: Monday, November 23, 2015 1:53:00 AM
Slice of Memory
Thursday, January 25, 2018
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Please be reminded that you need to be strong... Remember always that you are just an option and not his priority... It hurts me more than anything else... It is lowest point in my life right now... Thanks for the hurts... Hopefully I will never meet you again...=( =( =( ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
- updated: Thursday, January 25, 2018 3:59:00 PM
Eye Lashes and Noises at Night
Sunday, April 13, 2014
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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
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Eye Lashes and Noises at Night
North Pole
Friday, September 04, 1953 to Wednesday, September 04, 1963
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SURI’S HEART Kishinev, Moldavia A House in the Jewish Quarter December 1846 by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Yussel!” Papa pounded the table with his fist. & ...continued...
- By: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
- Thursday, February 09, 2012, 2:46:00 AM
- updated: Thursday, February 09, 2012 3:20:00 PM
I Dont Want To Be Fat Anymore
Thursday, February 19, 2015 to Sunday, March 01, 2015
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The way I see it is if I am so unhappy with how I look on the outside then I need to seriously buckle down and deal with it, only I am so addicted to the chips and the pop that I feel it is my crutch. I end up at the store buying things I dont need without even giving 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 ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, March 01, 2015, 12:15:00 AM
- updated: Sunday, March 01, 2015 1:45:00 AM
First Camping Trip
Friday, January 10, 2014
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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
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First camping trip
camped on an Ozark River
Lost But Not Forgotten
Saturday, January 28, 2012 to Friday, January 20, 2012
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This story involves a number of ficticous characters most of whom you will recognize on site if you are part of the group. As I pulled out of the driveway and headed for CHWC a not-for-profit 501(c)(3) community development corporation dedicated to improving the quality of life in downtown KCK which is located in Fire Station No. 9 that’s at 2 South 14th Street in Kansas City, Kansas and was built by Willian E. Harris over 100 years ago and declared a <a href="http://en.wikip ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, June 09, 2012 10:19:00 AM
The torment of my guadian angel
Friday, November 01, 1974 to Thursday, November 01, 1984
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In amongst my ‘heaven-like’ existence, there was aching pain and anger and turmoil that was outside of my bubble, not even two steps away from me. To this day I cannot describe exactly what went on around me because I was too young to understand the reasons or the details. All I knew was that we had our patriarch and our entire household revolved around what he wanted and how he wanted it. I could not comprehend it because to me he was loving and yielding and I would never have been able to match the two personalities into one soul. But there were endl ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, November 30, 2014, 1:56:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, November 30, 2014 2:28:00 PM
THE GREEN BOX by Karen Goodson
Tuesday, March 23, 1993
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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
Truth is clearly overrated among our kind (3)
Wednesday, February 17, 2016 to Saturday, February 27, 2016
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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
Six Tips for Surviving the Holiday Season When a Loved One Has Dementia
Thursday, November 12, 2015 to Sunday, November 22, 2015
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Six Tips for Surviving the Holiday Season When a Loved One Has Dementia Normally, Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday, a time our family gathered together at my Kansas City home. But that November, my stomach clenched at the thought of our traditional Thursday evening meal. My mother had Alzheimer’s and the holiday would be different. I felt alone but of course I wasn’t: there were 15 million family/friend caregivers helping the five million Americans who have dementia. I’d been through my initial storm of denial and grief. I felt I’d been coping we ...continued...
- By: Deborah Shouse
- Sunday, November 15, 2015, 6:22:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, November 22, 2015 9:41:00 AM