(SAVANNAH, GA) SAFE Shelter Center for Domestic Violence Services is seeking the community’s help to raise $300,000 to continue serving a growing …SAFE SHELTER SEEKING COMMUNITY’S HELP TO RAISE 300K AMID PANDEMIC
“You don’t expect anybody else to read it. You’re writing almost wholly to get yourself off. To enable your own fantasies and deviant logics and to …On the initial, amateur pleasure of writing
I see her in pictures, in flashes of memories of days now past. On rare occasions I catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror but just as I steady my focus she is once again gone. There are nights when I dream as she did. Wild, free, reckless and wonderful. She was spirited perhaps to a fault, but from my vantage point I would give anything to fly to high rather than be stagnantly still. I find loose papers sometimes in the back of a rarely used drawer in the office, or tucked haphazardly inside an old forgotten book.
I smile for in those moments I am holding proof of her existence. I read her words and each and every time I am moved with emotions. Emotion that floods my soul and causes me to in an instant grieve for her. For with her writing she paints. Paints with words just as the artist does his canvas. I read them over and over trying to find the spark of familiarity the point within that ignited such beauty and wisdoms. I can recall nothing.
Perhaps, I may one day be able to again, but not now. For now she lives and loves in fragments of my memory and dances in and out of my thoughts like a ghost haunting the mundane routine of my days. It is almost as if she is saying ” come on, chase me, come and find me, you know you want to” and then once again disappears into a sink of dirty dishes or a basket full of laundry.
I softly whisper, someday. Someday I will see you once again when I look in the mirror or when I sit at my desk and dare to pick up my pen….someday.
Although my voice trembles with a slight fear that I will not find her, that I will never know her again. Tears roll down my face when I think of her being gone forever never to return. For she had always been the light that guided me through the darkness. The hope in my despair and the gift I hoped to leave behind. I miss you I say out loud as I wipe my cheek ,breathe deeply and before I put her words away; I smile, I smile as I trace her signature…for it is now. It is here. I see, it is the same as mine.
When you throw good money after bad, you’re spending more and more money on something (or someone) that will never yield positive results for all you’ve invested.
On September 12, 2011, Kenneth W. Davis posted a short info bite to his site. Davis, who is a past president of the Association of Professional Communication Consultants, addressed the issue of investing time and effort into writing a piece and bad decisions made therein. The info bite was aptly entitled:
This Week: Don’t Throw Good Money After Bad
The phrase certainly grabs readers’ attention and perhaps this is why it makes such a reliable headline. When the Montreal Gazette wrote an article that stated Quebec Transport Minister Michel Clair “might just as well paint fleur de lys on dollar bills and throw them into the air” the title of the story was:
Good Money After Bad
Used in headlines, the phrase…
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On May 9, 1965 the New York Times carried an article in the Resort’s Travel section entitled, “Sesquicentennial For Stroudsburg.” It spoke of the preparations in the Pocono Mountain vacation land community that was preparing for its sesquicentennial celebration in June and how women would be wearing 100-year-old costumes and men would be sporting beards.
There will be contests in various events, street dancing and even the distribution of wooden nickels. Gov. William W. Scranton is scheduled to participate. The observance is being held to commemorate the incorporation of the area as a borough in 1815.
Back on August 6, 1951, Milton Esterow wrote a Special Report to the New York Times about Norwalk, Connecticut’s 300th Anniversary that had taken place the day before. The headline announced, “City Goes Colonial for Its Party.” In the article, Milton Esterow wrote:
This was the menu in Norwalk’s eating places…
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Martha Gunn, dipper
In a scene in 1998’s Vanity Fair with Natasha Little as Becky Sharp, she visits Brighton with her husband and friends. The film, set during the Regency era, depicted a scene in which one of the party is taken from a bathing machine and dipped into the cold waters by a large woman. The bather floats on her back with her bathing costume billowing from the trapped air. This comical scene was based on fact. Brighton during the late 1790’s early 1800’s employed some twenty male and female “dippers”” whose jobs were to vigorously dip their clients into the sea and push them through the waves, keeping them afloat, then help them back into the bathing machine.
Brighton’s most famous dipper was Martha Gunn, a large, sturdy woman whose fame exists to this day. Bathers were separated by sex, a restriction that remained until 1930 in Brighton…
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Church 101; Christ’s Crucifixion, as seen in “David and Goliath,”
or “The Mystery of Golgotha!”
Genesis 6:4, “Nephilim, (giants) were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown.”
What an interesting verse! What has this to do with the crucifixion of Jesus Christ you ask? Actually, it has very much to do with it. In this month’s lesson, not only will we examine Christ’s crucifixion, but we will also look at the location where it occurred. That place was “Golgotha;” (Hebrew for; the place of the skull.”)
Here is our theme verse: 1 Samuel 17:54, “And David took the head of the Philistine,(Goliath) and brought it to Jerusalem; but…
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