tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10157932594344132482011-04-21T13:38:20.673-05:00What does peace and love mean in today’s world, and does it exist? Have we lost it to personal interests and greed for power and money? In my world I yearn for peace and love - love for one another just because... My perspective will be my own but I will gladly share my space with those who have a different opinion. After all, as you will see from my first entry - it's the differences that push my buttons and arouse my passions. Let me hear from you and I promise you'll hear from me.Peace&Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10790187969516912032noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015793259434413248.post-11930097584278145922007-04-08T09:50:00.000-05:002007-04-08T09:51:03.215-05:00

I bet you know someone who is just eaten up with bitterness. Bitterness and anger for something that happened in the past.I was thinking today about memories and how we can control what we remember. I have a brother and sister. We grew up in the same house, same parents and only three and a half year spread from the first to the last. I’m in the middle. It’s amazing how differently we

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My blog space is all about peace and love and I try not to get too sad. However I heard a story today that made me gasp and hurt my heart to the very core. I think I shared the fact that I love NPR. I travel in my work and would go nuts if I didn’t have Diane Rheem, Dick Gordon and the rest of the gang to keep me company. My goal is to write a book someday and I know I will have arrived when

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I have always wanted to make a contribution. I dream on a big scale so I want my contribution to be big! I wonder if everybody wants to. I think the answer is yes. We just differ in our definition of what a contribution is. I think I have made some small contributions, but I’m still working toward the big one.I’m going to make a pretty good one with this blog. Because I’m introducing you to

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The authorities say you should do what you love, what you have a passion for. My passion is to dream about a world filled with peace and love where all people are treated equally and everyone is happy. I absolutely do not understand war. Some wars are for stuff, i.e. Oil, land, etc. Why don’t they know, there’s enough to go around? Why is it we want what the other guy has? If that’s the

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I am such a fan of the Dixie Chicks and especially their song “I’m Not Ready to Make Nice”. Guess that tells you which side of the fence I’m on. I make no bones about it. To say I’m not a fan of George W. Bush is to put it extremely light. But that’s not the subject of this blog. While watching the Today Show this morning, I saw Linda Kaplan Thaler, author. She has a new book out titled

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I was listening to NPR today and heard a very interesting story of a woman who went to Uganda in search of her roots. She was trying to find “home”. This made me ponder my home. I have always been a bit perplexed when someone asks me where I’m from. I usually say South Carolina since that’s where my mom lives. Yet, I was born in Virginia, have lived in Georgia, Florida and most of my

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Do you ever cry because time is passing too fast? I do. There’s just so much I want to do and see and stuff! My favorite uncle died last year and I miss him. He was the dad I always wanted. He loved his children and grandchildren more than any man I’ve ever known. After my dad died I started sending Gary a Fathers Day card every year—for twenty two years. I need to find another “father”—

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“A time to love.” I believe the time to love begins in the womb. I know I have loved my mom since before I can remember. I will write about my mom one of these days and share the love we have, but this is not that day. “Love one another.” There are some very special people in my life that I love to the very core of my being. You know who you are and someday I will write about you too,

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Hello Everybody, I’ve been absent for a few weeks, making my way through the holidays. I have always found the holidays to be an anomaly. The holidays are the happiest of times—you travel, make time for family, and acknowledge it’s a special time to share with special people. There is such a build up that sometimes the actual event becomes anticlimatical. I don’t know why but I am always a

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On September 5, 2000 my world changed forever! It was the week of my birthday and also my mammogram. I had been going every six months because the radiologist had been watching something in my right breast. I had missed my scheduled appointment and was a couple of months late. This is where the chain of events took on a life of their own. If I had ever doubted there was a greater power, I

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Bet you’re wondering what in the world a veranda party is! I don’t know an official definition. But I’ll tell you what it is for me. Once a week, on Thursday nights, three of us gather on the telephone. This is one of my favorite times because I get to visit with my chum in Florida. We don’t get to see each other nearly often enough, but we sure make up for it on the telephone. Now

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As soon as I finished last week’s entry, I began pondering this week’s topic. I heard and saw everything in a more meaningful way now that it is potential material for a blog. I ended up with several topics that seemed timely and provocative but the one that stood out is “humiliation". I witnessed another individual’s humiliation and it literally felt like a punch in the stomach to me. I

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I was raised in Southern Baptist churches. Even though I have broadened my horizons as I’ve grown. I have always been grateful for my upbringing and exposure to the Baptist doctrine. Thankfully, my parents allowed me to pick and choose what worked for me and didn’t force feed the whole way of life. My siblings and I always said we were at church every time the doors opened—on Sunday’s,

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