Eleven Days to Make a Difference
Jen Slotterback was hiking in her favorite park when she found signs of surveying for gas drilling, or fracking. She went home and told her husband Jim, and although the two had never been actively involved in the issue of gas drilling, they immediately began a campaign to save the park. The board that controlled the park was set to vote on whether to drill in the park in 11 days. The story of the Slotterbacks' journey of those 11 days is the subject of this film.
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Lovely New Year
Who can imagine what it is to have no worries, so misgiving, no apprehension, no sorrow?
Can I imagine having perfect calm and concentration all the time?
Maybe this is why time was given to... Read more...
Decisions, decisions
I have a terrible time making decisions.
They wake me up at 2 a.m. and eat away at me for a couple of hours. I lie there and interrogate myself: “This way or that way? Don’t you know anything? Don’t you know what you want? You really should know what you want by this point in your life. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
Eventually I get up out of bed and go surf the web, looking for advice and lusting after articles that promise, “Five easy ways to make a decision” and “Painless decision making... Read more...
They wake me up at 2 a.m. and eat away at me for a couple of hours. I lie there and interrogate myself: “This way or that way? Don’t you know anything? Don’t you know what you want? You really should know what you want by this point in your life. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
Eventually I get up out of bed and go surf the web, looking for advice and lusting after articles that promise, “Five easy ways to make a decision” and “Painless decision making... Read more...
A Pain in the Belly
I have a fire in my belly, and not the good kind.
Ulcers are for stressed-out business men in suits. They work on Wall Street. They buy and sell and cut proverbial throats while they’re at it, then go off to big steak dinners with scotch and cigars. They go home and don’t sleep because they’re doing deals in their heads all night long.
Ulcers don’t happen to women like me. Or so I thought.
That was deluded. Ulcers can happen to anybody. And by anybody, I mean me. Of course, I didn’t know... Read more...
Ulcers are for stressed-out business men in suits. They work on Wall Street. They buy and sell and cut proverbial throats while they’re at it, then go off to big steak dinners with scotch and cigars. They go home and don’t sleep because they’re doing deals in their heads all night long.
Ulcers don’t happen to women like me. Or so I thought.
That was deluded. Ulcers can happen to anybody. And by anybody, I mean me. Of course, I didn’t know... Read more...
Five things I'd like to apologize to myself for
I’d like to invite my nearly four decades old body out for some green juice. Or green tea. Or green vegetables. At any rate, something good and green. She deserves it after all the poison I’ve stuffed in her and the nonsense I’ve said about her through the years.
It’s amazing how much we put these little flesh-covered tanks through, isn’t it?
Thankfully, Father Time and Mother Nature eventually caught up with me, sat me down and spoke in a way that commanded my attention. I'm sure it... Read more...
It’s amazing how much we put these little flesh-covered tanks through, isn’t it?
Thankfully, Father Time and Mother Nature eventually caught up with me, sat me down and spoke in a way that commanded my attention. I'm sure it... Read more...