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Unmentionables

BREAKING: This was worth interrupting my long hiatus.

Day off…I was sucked into YouTube, transfixed by the spunkiness of Kid President and this appeared…

Perhaps this is the kick in the behind I needed to begin sharing again?

Perhaps this will become a favorite thing??

 

 

 

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Lean in or lean out. What’s your pleasure? I will begin reading Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg to form my own opinion. But do take a minute to read this letter posted by Susan Patton in the Daily Princetonian. It will be getting a lot of attention.

The Daily Princetonian

By SUSAN A. PATTON
Guest Contributor

Published: Friday, March 29th, 2013

Advice for the young women of Princeton: the daughters I never had

Forget about having it all, or not having it all, leaning in or leaning out — here’s what you really need to know that nobody is telling you.

For years (decades, really) we have been bombarded with advice on professional advancement, breaking through that glass ceiling and achieving work-life balance. We can figure that out — we are Princeton women. If anyone can overcome professional obstacles, it will be our brilliant, resourceful, very well-educated selves.

Read the rest of the letter at http://dailyprincetonian.com/2013/03/29/32755/

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A Visit by Two Mycteria Americana

Two wood storks made an appearance on the pond this week. Pretty neat since they are classified as an endangered species in the U.S.

Every once in a while, a solo wood stork shows up. But Ken was quite impressed when he discovered this couple sunning themselves. Well, rather, Jasmine and Kona…well, really Jasmine…
announced their arrival.

Of course, Ken longed to take a closer look and get the perfect photo. But, better to leave such creatures in peace and enjoy their mere presence as they did not stay for long.

Oh, the girls? They were rewarded for their discovery with lounging on the sofa for the remainder of the afternoon.

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In my opinion…

 

Ok, so I’ll probably vote today. Yeah, probably. Voting should be convenient and not another item one has to fit into an already busy schedule. I know, it’s a privilege and some think it should not be so easy. Some say if you don’t vote then you don’t have a say…isn’t that a tad anti-free speech? So, I’ll probably vote. And, if you know me, you know how I’ll vote. And if my candidate wins, it’s not open season on me and others when things aren’t always rosy. Ultimately we are a country united and are in this together.

Up from These Hills

My dad is a published author. He, with my brother Mike’s editing assistance (who, by the way, is a super, smart professor at UNC-Chapel Hill), published Up from These Hills last year. And, it is available at Amazon.

Since I could not write it any better, here is how the University of Nebraska Press describes the book:

Born into a storied but impoverished family on the reservation of the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians, Leonard Carson Lambert Jr.’s candid memoir is a remarkable story and an equally remarkable flouting of the stereotypes that so many tales of American Indian life have engendered.
Up from These Hills provides a grounded, yet poignant, description of what it was like to grow up during the 1930s and 1940s in the mountains of western North Carolina and on a sharecropper’s farm in eastern Tennessee. Lambert straightforwardly describes his independent, hardworking, and stubborn parents; his colorful extended family; his eighth-grade teacher, who recognized his potential and first planted the idea that he might attend college; as well as siblings, schoolmates, and others who shaped his life. He paints a vivid picture of life on the reservation and off, documenting work, family life, education, religion, and more. Up from These Hills also tells the true story of how this family rose from depression-era poverty, a story rarely told about Indian families. With its utterly unique voice, this vivid memoir evokes an unknown yet important part of the American experience, even as it reveals the realities behind Indian experience and rural poverty in the first half of the twentieth century.