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from Raspberry Beret Nov 25 Today on the Self-Rescue Princess, I’m talking with Abigail from the novel Raspber ry Beret written by Lisa McCombs. 1. What made you want your story to be told? I just want everyone to know that even when life seems unfair good things happen. My dad died before my little brother was born so Mom decided to educate us by travelling around the state and appreciating what God has given us. Because we were always moving around I never had a chance to make a friend like other girls my age. That was really okay because I had my journal to write in. This year I made a real life best friend, though, and I am happy, happy, happy! 2. In your life, what has empowered you? I really don’t think I am very powerful, but this year I got the idea to start a club at school for kids who do not feel like they belong. It’s really been fun and I cannot believe how many students have joined. TAGU stands for Teens Against Growing Up. That’s exactly how I feel sometimes. I think be

from Raspberry Beret Nov 25 Today on the Self-Rescue Princess, I’m talking with Abigail from the novel Raspber ry Beret written by Lisa McCombs. 1. What made you want your story to be told? I just want everyone to know that even when life seems unfair good things happen. My dad died before my little brother was born so Mom decided to educate us by travelling around the state and appreciating what God has given us. Because we were always moving around I never had a chance to make a friend like other girls my age. That was really okay because I had my journal to write in. This year I made a real life best friend, though, and I am happy, happy, happy! 2. In your life, what has empowered you? I really don’t think I am very powerful, but this year I got the idea to start a club at school for kids who do not feel like they belong. It’s really been fun and I cannot believe how many students have joined. TAGU stands for Teens Against Growing Up. That’s exactly how I feel so

I know, I know...it's been forever since my last posting. Sorry to disappoint anyone out there who actually cares that there was nothing here to read of late, but I have found that having a life-long disease is a very good reason to embrace disappointment. Not trying to be a whiner, I just haven't had the energy for "one more" extracurricular activity. This is why I wish I could get a paid for my disease. I mean I "do it" every single day. Yesterday I had my annual neuro appointment and met the latest in a long line of med students who asked the same elementary questions as the last one as well as my own doctor. I bare my soul to these educated in dividuals by sharing all of the knowledge I have acquired over the last 12 months leave with much less knowledge than I was given at the last visit. I hope they take good notes. I think it's rather unfair that I bring to their table loads of updates on symptoms, results of experimental exercises and holistic tr

I know, I know...it's been forever since my last posting. Sorry to disappoint anyone out there who actually cares that there was nothing here to read of late, but I have found that having a life-long disease is a very good reason to embrace disappointment. Not trying to be a whiner, I just haven't had the energy for "one more" extracurricular activity. This is why I wish I could get a paid for my disease. I mean I "do it" every single day. Yesterday I had my annual neuro appointment and met the latest in a long line of med students who asked the same elementary questions as the last one as well as my own doctor. I bare my soul to these educated in dividuals by sharing all of the knowledge I have acquired over the last 12 months leave with much less knowledge than I was given at the last visit. I hope they take good notes. I think it's rather unfair that I bring to their table loads of updates on symptoms, results of experimental exercises and holistic

Tonight at 5:00, Annette (Bonasso) Rose and I will be signing our books at the Marion County Public Library table. At 7:00 Jenna Won't Sing takes the stage and I can't imagine anything sweeter than listening to my favorite band while sharing Abby with folks stop by to visit. Come out and see us! Good food, great music, fun times!

Tonight at 5:00, Annette (Bonasso) Rose and I will be signing our books at the Marion County Public Library table. At 7:00 Jenna Won't Sing takes the stage and I can't imagine anything sweeter than listening to my favorite band while sharing Abby with folks stop by to visit. Come out and see us! Good food, great music, fun times!

I'm s sucker for anything West Virginian and anything that donates funds to my very own disease and this is cute. www.thehomet.com

I'm s sucker for anything West Virginian and anything that donates funds to my very own disease and this is cute. www.thehomet.com

How about an e-book version of Raspberry Beret for give-away next month? Of course it would be nice if you check out Abby first so that you have a little background; but it is not necessary. Even though my books are actually a trilogy, they are pretty much stand-alone reads. Don't forget to come to Fairmont's First Friday tomorrow night and get your own collection. Good food, great music, fun time starting at 5:00. Monongah's own Jenna Won't Sing performs at 7:00. Can't wait!

How about an e-book version of Raspberry Beret for give-away next month? Of course it would be nice if you check out Abby first so that you have a little background; but it is not necessary. Even though my books are actually a trilogy, they are pretty much stand-alone reads. Don't forget to come to Fairmont's First Friday tomorrow night and get your own collection. Good food, great music, fun time starting at 5:00. Monongah's own Jenna Won't Sing performs at 7:00. Can't wait!

     When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my name was on the  lips of everyone associated with my family, my job, my friends. Tragic news always makes headlines. Sympathy runs rampant and solicitation becomes an expected reaction. As soon as the novelty of knowing someone with MS wears thin, infirmities are often forgotten. I don't really mind. In fact, if my MS is not part of the conversation, I am relieved to not feel the need to make excuses.      I do not rely upon my disease and am even kind of embarrassed (for me as well as for the interrogator) when I have to explain my cane, my limp, my slurred speech, or my lack of energy. It gets tiresome; but, I remind myself daily to be grateful for being blessed with tehh ability to continue working and to function in a relatively "normal" manner.      The first advice I was given upon diagnosis was to join a support group. I did. I was mortified. I spent many, many hours planning the end of my life rather than being

     When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my name was on the  lips of everyone associated with my family, my job, my friends. Tragic news always makes headlines. Sympathy runs rampant and solicitation becomes an expected reaction. As soon as the novelty of knowing someone with MS wears thin, infirmities are often forgotten. I don't really mind. In fact, if my MS is not part of the conversation, I am relieved to not feel the need to make excuses.      I do not rely upon my disease and am even kind of embarrassed (for me as well as for the interrogator) when I have to explain my cane, my limp, my slurred speech, or my lack of energy. It gets tiresome; but, I remind myself daily to be grateful for being blessed with tehh ability to continue working and to function in a relatively "normal" manner.      The first advice I was given upon diagnosis was to join a support group. I did. I was mortified. I spent many, many hours planning the end of my life rather than bei

On Saturday I attended the opening WVU football game, as is my resonsibility as a season ticket holder. The day was clear and comfortable; I didn't have to drive (for the first time in a long, long while); I had kettle korn money in my pocket; and I was ready to "bring on the Mountaineers. With that said, I still had to convince myself to get going. My face felt a little drawn (similar to the day I was dianosed with MS) and my dropped foot was demanding notice. I started worrying about walking the distance from the car to my assigned seat (roughly 3/4 of a mile). My anxiety grew when I realized how warm the temperature had become, forcing me to hold firmly to the arm of my husband and lean heavily on my cane. Because our seats are in the south end-zone directly under the score board, I rarely leave my seat during the game since I am usually only good for one "climb". So, I had that to look forward to. Two hours with no bathroom break, which really wasn't such a b

On Saturday I attended the opening WVU football game, as is my resonsibility as a season ticket holder. The day was clear and comfortable; I didn't have to drive (for the first time in a long, long while); I had kettle korn money in my pocket; and I was ready to "bring on the Mountaineers. With that said, I still had to convince myself to get going. My face felt a little drawn (similar to the day I was dianosed with MS) and my dropped foot was demanding notice. I started worrying about walking the distance from the car to my assigned seat (roughly 3/4 of a mile). My anxiety grew when I realized how warm the temperature had become, forcing me to hold firmly to the arm of my husband and lean heavily on my cane. Because our seats are in the south end-zone directly under the score board, I rarely leave my seat during the game since I am usually only good for one "climb". So, I had that to look forward to. Two hours with no bathroom break, which really wasn't such a

Patty Steele McCombs This year the festival honored four very special individuals who have all demonstrated, through their selfless actions, that which makes our town such a great place to live. Paulah Sloan who is a lifelong citizen of Monongah, coincidentally a daughter and grandaughter of previous honored citizens. She and her husband Dave, have operated family businesses in the town for many years, and in addition to serving the many people who have frequented the businesses with grace and a smile. Paulah has tirelessly devoted countless volunteer hours landscaping and maintaining all the flower gardens around town, helping to keep our town looking beautiful. John Myers, a fine gentleman from Paulah's neighborhood, is a familiar face to all the school children in our town, as he spends countless hours main ... taining many of the children's areas, keeping them litter free and safe, such as the bus shelter, the ball park, the playground and the Rails to Trails. You can often

Patty Steele McCombs This year the festival honored four very special individuals who have all demonstrated, through their selfless actions, that which makes our town such a great place to live. Paulah Sloan who is a lifelong citizen of Monongah, coincidentally a daughter and grandaughter of previous honored citizens. She and her husband Dave, have operated family businesses in the town for many years, and in addition to serving the many people who have frequented the businesses with grace and a smile. Paulah has tirelessly devoted countless volunteer hours landscaping and maintaining all the flower gardens around town, helping to keep our town looking beautiful. John Myers, a fine gentleman from Paulah's neighborhood, is a familiar face to all the school children in our town, as he spends countless hours main ... taining many of the children's areas, keeping them litter free and safe, such as the bus shelter, the ball park, the playground and the Rails to Trails. You

Skip to content Home About Essays Coping with Adversity in an Epistemologically Fractal Universe The Beer Theory Were Santa Claus and the Buddha Separated at Birth? Fiction Just Ducky Stories of the Way Stories of the Way 1: Negative Emotions Stories of the Way 2: The Cryptomeria Tree Stories of the Way 3: Rice with Raisins Stories of the Way 4: The Apprentice Stories of the Way 5: The Tea Master Stories of the Way 6: The Thieves Stories of the Way 7: The Swallow Cut Just Ducky Once upon a time there was a soft fuzzy yellow stuffed duck toy in a toy store in Pennsylvania. The toy store had a long row of bins full of stuffed animals of all kinds; there were dogs and cats, lizards and ostriches, lions and tigers, llamas and elephants, each animal sorted into its own bin with a sign overhead. Every day children would come to the toy store with their grownups, but although he was often played with, nobody seemed to want a plain yellow duck. One day he was left on the fl

Skip to content Home About Essays Coping with Adversity in an Epistemologically Fractal Universe The Beer Theory Were Santa Claus and the Buddha Separated at Birth? Fiction Just Ducky Stories of the Way Stories of the Way 1: Negative Emotions Stories of the Way 2: The Cryptomeria Tree Stories of the Way 3: Rice with Raisins Stories of the Way 4: The Apprentice Stories of the Way 5: The Tea Master Stories of the Way 6: The Thieves Stories of the Way 7: The Swallow Cut Just Ducky Once upon a time there was a soft fuzzy yellow stuffed duck toy in a toy store in Pennsylvania. The toy store had a long row of bins full of stuffed animals of all kinds; there were dogs and cats, lizards and ostriches, lions and tigers, llamas and elephants, each animal sorted into its own bin with a sign overhead. Every day children would come to the toy store with their grownups, but although he was often played with, nobody seemed to want a plain ye

     Today I unofficially started back to school after enjoying a summer at home. I didn't really want to get up and go, but I knew at least that I would only be in the building for an hour or so. Tomorrow is a different story since teachers will attend at least one meeting and then Thursday is a full day of test analyzing and curriculum prep before we can spend Friday in our classrooms doing the really important preparation for our students next week.      Going to a full-time paid job  is a choice we make in order to secure a comfortable life for our families. Even though it is commitment, there is always the option to play hooky or be irresponsible and just quit, right? Of course, we teachers would never consider that. The point is, we determine our priorities when it comes to employment. Do we prefer food on the table and a solid roof over our heads? That is our choice as responsible occupants of planet earth.      MS does not necessarily allow flexible priorities. Yesterday I

     Today I unofficially started back to school after enjoying a summer at home. I didn't really want to get up and go, but I knew at least that I would only be in the building for an hour or so. Tomorrow is a different story since teachers will attend at least one meeting and then Thursday is a full day of test analyzing and curriculum prep before we can spend Friday in our classrooms doing the really important preparation for our students next week.      Going to a full-time paid job  is a choice we make in order to secure a comfortable life for our families. Even though it is commitment, there is always the option to play hooky or be irresponsible and just quit, right? Of course, we teachers would never consider that. The point is, we determine our priorities when it comes to employment. Do we prefer food on the table and a solid roof over our heads? That is our choice as responsible occupants of planet earth.      MS does not necessarily allow flexible priorities. Yesterday

Words of Wisdom Wednesday! Like · · Share · 967 13 262 · 2 hours ago · Top Comments 967 people like this. 262 shares Write a comment... Cathy Andears Donovan Always saying ..... Give me a minute ..... Things will change. Like · Reply · 3 · 2 hours ago via mobile Karen Stiefel Hart i shared Like · Reply · about an hour ago View 11 more comments Options