Posts tagged: EndNotes
He was charming and fun and kind and smart. Oh, and I found him attractive – tall and confident, a bit reserved. A thinker. The party was filled with many interesting guests. But he and I continued to talk and talk only with each other; I felt a wonderful connection. He kissed me casually on top of my head. I smiled. I spent some time moving among other guests. At the end of the evening he walked over to me and whispered shyly, “You are wonderful, I must see you again. Will you go out with me?” I said, “I would love to go out with you.”
Then, I woke up.
I was 30 years old and single in the dream and so was he. I do not know him in my real life.
What do our dreams mean and where do their characters come from?
(Photo: Tony Wadden)
She always wanted to wear a wedding dress. But Ruth Crawford, 70, was married after WWII in a time when money was tight and men were going off to or returning from war. She married the love of her life on a Friday night in a hotel.
Her husband is gone now, but she still longed to fulfill her lifetime desire to simply wear a traditional wedding dress. Second Wind Dreams fulfilled her wish.
Ruth tried on a few dresses and settled on one, ringing the store’s bell when she found her special dress. Her family secretly waited in the next room and cheered as store clerks escorted her out into the store. While her husband could not admire her beautiful dress, her son took his mom’s arm and spun her around.
Second Wind Dreams seeks to abolish stereotypes and offer seniors a chance to fulfill dreams. Check it out. A wedding dress, pulling back on an airplane’s yoke, directing a symphony, what is your second wind dream and would you be brave enough to fulfill it?
(S-R archive photo: Elizabeth Taylor's first wedding dress)
We have seen the guards and the pomp and ceremony that accompany popes as they travel. But Pope Francis I apparently manages to sidestep that protocol and slip out of his residence and into the community. He moves among the poor, those who move through the streets in the dark of night.
“Love one another as I have loved you,” Jesus said.
Francis listened and continues to teach the Church what it means to love through simple, tangible actions.
(S-R archive photo: Pope Francis celebrates a Mass in St. Peter's Basilica, at the Vatican )
Nelson Mandela has died. His rich and dramatic life, from prisoner to president, seems as though it could have been lived by many people, seems impossible that one man lived, survived and transformed a nation as well as transformed hearts. One remarkable man did; an object lesson for each of us.
He spent 10,052 days in an 8 x 8 prison cell. He emerged with a forgiving heart, saying that if one hates his captors after prison, they still have him imprisoned.
The world remembers his legacy. May we live his life's lessons into our future as our best memorial to him.
(S-R archive photo: In this May 10, 1994 file photo, Nelson Mandela takes the oath of office in Pretoria, South Africa, to become the country's first black president. )
The St. Paul-Minneapolis Catholic Archdiocese released the names, work history and current status (dead, living, retired, residence) of priests credibly accused of sexual crimes against trusting believers: children.
As a child, I attended one of the parishes listed: St. Richard Parish. However, I was not there when the criminal priests were. A few priests listed came from St. John’s Abbey in Collegeville, Minnesota, where I attended its School of Theology - graduate school - in the early 1980s. I do not recall the men named.
The adults I know who have suffered from this type of violent crime committed against them have worked hard to heal. I cannot fathom their journey. And I remain in awe of the survivors who stood up, spoke out, told their stories, hired lawyers, showed up in court to relive their horror and followed the difficult path toward recovery. May their courage protect others. And when a child tells their truth, responsible adults must listen, and take immediate action to protect the child and prosecute the criminal. Always. Every time.
Newsweek will return to print after it printed its last copy in December 2012. For many, that news is comforting. While the convenience of e-readers appeals to many, the feel and tactile pleasure of words in print cannot be replaced. The resurrected format will publish originally reported stories. Newsweek will be available by subscription only.
I have returned after a holiday visit to my hometown: Minneapolis. Yes, it is cold there. No matter, going home always brings warmth. With every visit I notice the changes –the community has grown up and is not as it was in my childhood memories. But I still expect to run into people as they were in 1973. Didn’t happen.
I did notice that many stores – grocery and many at the mall – employee older workers. As in retired folks. Left me wondering: are these employees long-time employees or is it an established practice in the Midwest to look beyond the “gray ceiling” and employee those with longtime work experience?
(S-R archive photo: A plane takes off from Minneapolis St. Paul International Airport in Minneapolis.)
by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Translated from a traditional Iroquois prayer
“We who are here present thank the Great Spirit that we are here to praise Him.
We thank Him that He has created men and women, and ordered that these beings shall always be living to multiply the earth.
We thank Him for making the earth and giving these beings its products to live on. We thank Him for the water that comes out of the earth and runs for our lands. We thank Him for all the animals on the earth.
We thank Him for certain timbers that grow and have fluids coming from them for us all.
We thank Him for the branches of the trees that grow shadows for our shelter.
We thank Him for the beings that come from the west, the thunder and lightning that water the earth.
We thank Him for the light which we call our oldest brother, the sun that works for our good.
We thank Him for all the fruits that grow on the trees and vines.We thank Him for his goodness in making the forests, and thank all its trees.
We thank Him for the darkness that gives us rest, and for the kind Being of the darkness that gives us light, the moon.
We thank Him for the bright spots in the skies that give us signs, the stars.
We give Him thanks for our supporters, who had charge of our harvests.We give thanks that the voice of the Great Spirit can still be heard through the words of Ga-ne-o-di-o. We thank the Great Spirit that we have the privilege of this pleasant occasion.
We give thanks for the persons who can sing the Great Spirit's music, and hope they will be privileged to continue in his faith.
We thank the Great Spirit for all the persons who perform the ceremonies on this occasion.”
What are your words of thanksgiving?
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I remember when the stores closed on Sunday (I was a child, yes), while a few drug stores and gas stations remained open “for an emergency,” my parents said. No emergency ever made its way into our family on Sunday.
And now…retailers are whining over anticipated lost profits because our national day of Thanksgiving is a bit tardy this year. So, come all ye consumers and spend, spend spend.
Protest, says Ellen Galinsky, co-founder and president of Families and Work Institute: stay home. Vote with your slippered feet and full belly and fireplace flickering light upon the faces you love. Time together offers a better return on one’s investment in relationships, serving a menu of love, worthy of one’s undivided attention.
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Each Sunday my husband and I watch the Amazing Race: a reality show with pairs of people who “race” in various places around the world completing tasks. The last team most weeks is eliminated from the competition. At the end, the winner from the final three teams wins one million dollars. Nice.
Sure, I’d eat weird food, repel off the side of a tall building, and work hard to bridge cultural challenges as part of the Race. But when we watch, sometimes we comment: “Oh, we could have done that 30 years ago, but now…umm. Hmmm.”
Wisdom from our armchair observations: always read the clue to the end and follow it, don’t try to second guess the outcome. Some contestants had to repeat or lost a leg of the race because they took a cab, when instructed to walk. The tasks using brute strength (gross motor skills) seem easier than ones appearing easy: arrange 12 kinds of fruit on a plate, in order, various amounts, serve the customers. No, thanks, too much room for error. I’ll build the crab pot. And sometimes, really nice people win.
But why not an Amazing Race for aging Boomers who are skilled with more brains and experience than brute strength? No cab drivers, instead find your way in a foreign city by yourselves, communicate with strangers and decode the clues to the next location. Offer tasks requiring deductive reasoning – not marathon-running lungs.
While waiting for a more age-appropriate version of the Race, we will continue to view the competitive tasks in faraway places. Grateful we have made it to our station in life – through amazing grace.
(S-R archive photo: Executive producer Jerry Bruckheimer, who won an Emmy for outstanding reality-competition program for his work on “The Amazing Race,” May 2005.)
Most Americans over the age of 55 remember the news from 50 years ago: President Kennedy was shot and killed in Dallas. I was sitting in Miss Martinson’s third grade classroom. She was wearing a navy blue dress with pearls. Teachers were summoned to the principal’s office and when Miss Martinson returned, she said, “Children, our president has been shot.” No one spoke and then someone wheeled in a black and white television on a big stand. We watched the news until we left for home.
My parents had the television on and watched it during dinner. My dad was in charge of the school book sale and had to return to school that night. I went with him. In the following days, I recall the somber environment at home and watching the procession of the casket and soldiers and the clip-clop sound of horses’ feet on pavement. Caroline Kennedy was near my age. I felt sad her dad was killed. I wondered what it would feel like to lose my dad. I saw my dad cry as we watched a nation mourn and grieve. My dad never cried in front of his daughters.
Someone called my Uncle Larry and said, “I hope you choke on your turkey!” My uncle’s last name was Oswald – but he lived in Duluth. I asked my dad why someone would think my uncle killed the president. “Stupidity,” he said.
The assassination of President Kennedy remains in the memories of my generation. We all know where we were, how we heard, what we felt. And 50 years later, I still have the same reaction: such deep, profound sadness for Caroline Kennedy.
Where were you?
(S-R archive photo: This undated file photo shows the Kennedy brothers, John F. Kennedy, left, Robert Kennedy, and Ted Kennedy, right, in Hyannis Port, Mass. )
This week people all over the country celebrate their new lives: walking down the aisle, making solemn promises with family and friends present and then all those witnesses who have been there before. The real deal.
Yes, families all over the country begin new lives this week, National Adoption Week. More than 140 foster children in Washington state will settle into their forever families, legally part of a clan who claims them.
Each year my son, Alex, born in Paraguay and placed in my arms when he was four months, and I attend the local process and community celebration. Each year he loved to sit in that courtroom, listen to the lawyers, watch kids squirm and then cheer with the crowd. We ate cake and pushed through balloon bouquets to talk to people. Kindred spirits.
Today, in Olympia, Friday in Spokane: a legal process and endless, unconditional love will create new families. Many will say how lucky those children are – but all adoptive parents know the truth: we, as parents, are the lucky ones. Profoundly blessed.
Welcome home, sweet children!
(S-R archive photo: Alex on his citizenship day)
Eat them. They are good for you and may lower your risk of cancer and death due to heart disease. Seems they will help you stay slimmer, too. While the study cannot prove cause and effect, it does seem to demonstrate a connection. So, grab a handful – every day – and you may find you not only feel satisfied, you will actually be healthier, too.
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Sometimes I look in my closet and see two items hanging next to each other and think, “A perfect match! Never would have thought of it!”
The Giving Pledge is a new club inspired by Northwest neighbors Bill and Melinda Gates in association with Warren Buffett. Membership? Be worth at least a billion dollars and be willing to give at least half of it away, either during one’s lifetime or through a will at the time of death. The wealthy entrepreneurs have specific causes they support: eradicate polio around the world through immunization, end global warming, educate girls – no specific destination for the billionaires’ money, just a shared goal: to improve life on the planet.
And then those musicians: children living in Cateura, Paraguay within a garbage dump, their families -2500 of them - known as the garbage pickers. No electricity or running water, many children leave for life with gangs. The garbage dump “employs” hundreds of farmers who were kicked off the large farms where they once worked. They pick through garbage to find items like plastic and cardboard to recycle.
The idea of a music school came from an environmental technician and musician, Favio Chávez, when a garbage picker named Nicolás Gómez found a piece of trash resembling a violin and brought it to Chávez. Using other objects collected from the dump, the pair constructed a functional violin and gave birth to hope through music. An orchestra was born. A discarded roasting pan is hammered into the body of a violin, the spike of a woman’s shoe cranks the string into perfect pitch. And a grandmother, with dreams of singing and performing herself, sees her dreams realized through her grandchildren.
Slowly, the world is learning of Cateura: a documentary film titled “The Landfill Harmonic” has been completed.
“People realize that we shouldn’t throw away trash carelessly. Well, we shouldn’t throw away people either,” says one Cateura musician.
What if those billionaires collaborated with Cateura and planners and other brainiacs and built a real recycling center, training and employing the people to operate the center, bringing electricity and clean water and decent housing? And what if the recycled instruments were manufactured on-site, perhaps sold to others, and the billionaires built a music school where those musicians could play out of the rain?
What if the billionaires and the garbage pickers would hang together for a while? What would happen? From here, it looks like a perfect match.
Ted Ketcham’s Boomer U story today reminds readers of their view of the world - and who is in it. The invisibility factor presents not just with age, but with disabilities, sexual orientation, gender and other defining qualities.
Yes, there is a certain grace that comes with blending in and not having to be in charge. But when you want your presence or voice to be acknowledged, to be shunned is “soul-crushing.”
Have you experienced the “invisible factor?”
(S-R archive photo:Sept. 26, 2013 photo, 80-year-old Marianne Blomberg works out at a gym in Stockholm.)
San Francisco left its heart with a small child who has already fought a great enemy: leukemia. Miles Scott charmed the city as he “fought” crime and enjoyed the privilege of “saving” the city during his day as his favorite superhero: Batman.
Thousands of people put their routines and politics aside to empower this little boy for one day, bestowing the title “Bat Kid” on him. No more leukemia treatments, the end of a journey and the beginning of dreams coming true. Nice work, San Fran.
(S-R archive photo: John Ewing waits outside of City Hall for the Batkid, Miles Scott, 5, to make an appearance at a rally in San Francisco on Friday, Nov. 15, 2013.)
We know many older adults who are raising their grandchildren, but in our country 1.4 million children are primary caregivers for older adults. Chris Miller, 13, is the primary caregiver for his grandmother who suffers with chronic illness. She has been his guardian for the last 10 years. He cares for her – watching her medications, preparing meals, anxious that she may someday be too ill to go on. And he will be left alone.
In a country that pays professional athletes zillions of dollars and spends time strolling malls for meaning, can’t we find a way to support these families? Find ways to allow these children time to be children? Teens need time to imagine and dream – not be thrust into the role of parent. The very least we owe our children is a secure childhood.
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People who are overweight know they are overweight. So when a doctor says simply, “You are overweight and need to lose some pounds,” the words alone are not helpful. Would a doctor say the same for any other diagnosis? “You have cancer, you need to not.” Never.
The medical profession along with insurance providers may finally respond to obesity for what it is: a health condition requiring medical care. Last year Medicare began paying for one-to-one care for patients seeking help with losing weight. Next year insurance companies are expected to follow.(See story)
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While women have worked hard to work hard in the world, a recent poll reveals that more employees still prefer a male boss. Umm, me, too. Only because my best bosses have been men. One amazing female boss, several great men.
A young boy who had terminal brain cancer died knowing what some people never know or experience: he is loved.
Devin Kohlman knew what he wanted in his last weeks of life: to be home with his family, in his community to celebrate his favorite holiday, Christmas.
Flown from Cincinnati where he was being cared for to his hometown of Port Clinton, Ohio, Devin was welcomed by friends and community members, some he may not have known. He spent his last weeks with visitors, receiving cards and gifts, some from across the world. People brought Christmas to him; spontaneous Christmas celebrated with love, never mind the calendar.
We easily define ourselves through work, accomplishments, while we scurry frantically through life. But in the end, it seems our precious time with loved ones is the greatest gift we have. A gift easily overlooked – until it is too late. Merry Christmas, Devin.
(S-R archive photo: The St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, Italy, 2011)