She makes some good points.
Originally posted on Bucket List Publications:
You ask me all the time how I can afford to travel so often and to so many different locations. Now, with sponsors, advertising, and affiliates, it’s a lot less expensive and sometimes even free but I traveled several times a year even as a struggling, student-loan paying student. If you make it a priority, it becomes more of a reality. I focused my earnings on what was important, often cutting expenses like dining, clothing, transportation, and extra-curricular by half. Those things didn’t hold value to me. What was of value was travel and experiencing new cultures and countries. I thought outside the box and did whatever it took to bring my travel dreams to light. After visiting more than 40 countries and over 30 years of personal experience, I’ve come up with a few tips to make travel more affordable.
View original 897 more words
I loved these!
Originally posted on Apologies in Advance:
Are you too busy getting your life on track to hit the track? Is being a couch potato slowly making your physique reminiscent of an actual potato? Are your muscles slowly atrophying much like your hopes and dreams? Fret not, dear reader, I have compiled a comprehensive list of the best workouts for post grads.
- Weightlifting: Lift the weight off your parents’ shoulders and get an actual job. Try not being a leech on society for once.
- Running: Contemplate running away from everything you know and your parents’ financial support. The emotional anxiety brought on by this thought experiment should surely burn some extra calories.
- Squatting: Turns out internships and pursuing your passions don’t pay the rent. Avoid moving back into your parents’ house by squatting in an abandoned property instead.
- Sprinting: Eating out for meals can really add up overtime and cause you to exceed your budget. Rather than paying excessive…
View original 99 more words
lovely writing and ‘Colors of the Wind’ is a wonderful song.
Originally posted on A Patient Voice:
My sister visited and the two of us carried my Father’s old chair from the rec room to the curb. Letting go and closure are not lines in the sand, they are like storms that blow across Lake Huron. Come and go.
I am laughing to myself now as I imagine my one of two Michelles, in a canoe paddling and singing “The Colours of The Wind”.
What a beautiful song.
What a beautiful friend.
What a beautiful friendship.
During the time that the chair had been vacant, a mouse had built a nest in the chair’s pocket, a home made of Kleenex and shredded up pieces of cardboard from the boxes of macaroons that my Dad, the man that said every kid deserves a chance, would feed my dog Otis who would grin like an ass eating thistles.
Memories wrapped in memories.
Loss wrapped up in…
View original 488 more words
I’d love to hear the music that goes with this.
Originally posted on Chris Martin Writes:
Just wanted to share some lyrics I wrote back in 2011. Not sure if I ever posted them on here. I had a friend of mine, also with the name Chris, write the melody. I’ll have to get my wife to demo this song one day, and I will add it to her music page.
It Was For Me
© 2011 Chris Martin/Chris Burnett
Welcome to my world of desperation
Welcome to the shadows of my dreams
Looking for the One who brings salvation
One who knows the deepest part of me
Futile words on paper tell the story
Darkness hides my hope of finding peace
Doubt becomes the antonym of glory
As my soul dissolves into the sweet release
What is amazing grace
Why is there power in the cross
Why did God send His Son
And suffer through such loss
Drops of blood on a…
View original 81 more words
This is beautifully written. I’ve been a born-again Christian for over a half century and still find it difficult to live like Christ.
Originally posted on Chris Martin Writes:
Imagine yourself as a Roman soldier. You look up at the man hanging on the Cross. You are covered in his blood because you’re one of the men responsible for beating the prisoner so badly, that he was rendered unrecognizable. You’re out of breath from following him through the streets of Via Dolorosa, whipping him, spitting on him, punching him, and cursing him every step of the way. You watch as the man labors for breath. You notice a woman lying at the foot of the Cross weeping uncontrollably. Somewhere, deep down, you sense what happened was wrong, but you faithfully carried out your duties as the obedient soldier you have always been.
You glance up and make eye contact with the man they call Jesus. You’re stunned when you realize He isn’t staring at you with eyes full of contempt or hatred. They nearly glow with an emotion you…
View original 334 more words
I’m not certain which route we’re taking to Pittsburgh, but it will be long I’m sure. I don’t travel well since developing MG. I need frequent stops to get out and stretch. I will be blogging my adventure.
Originally posted on Life Unscripted:
At one time I was considering a photo project I was calling Criss-Cross — It was a road trip from Maine to San Diego to Blaine WA to Key West and back to Main. While I never did that project the idea of taking US highways from their origin to their terminus has always appealed to me.
Recently I found this listing from USA Today. I’m not sure if we’ll try any of these routes — but they might be something you’d be interested in…..
The 51 longest routes in the U.S.:
- 1364 miles: US 27, from Fort Wayne, Ind. to Miami, Fla
- 1381 miles: I-5, from San Ysidro, Calif. to Blaine, Wash.’s border with Canada
- 1386 miles: US 19, from Bradenton, Fla. to Erie, Pa.
- 1398 miles: US 14, from the east entrance of Yellowstone National Park to Chicago, Ill.
- 1400 miles: US 61, from Wyoming, Minn…
View original 535 more words
Getting grammar right is not easy. Someone always has a different viewpoint. A new reader for my manuscript told me I needed the word “would”. I had left it out because it was a person talking. Yes, it would have been correct to use, but all of us do not speak perfect English. I left it out and sent her an explanation. She’s had terrific input and I’d hate to lose her as a reader.
Originally posted on M J Wright:
It was Winston Churchill, I believe, who once insisted that ending a sentence with a preposition was something up with which he would not put.
As any of us who have dragged through High School English know, grammar is often touted as the basic building block of writing. Which, in many ways, it is; you can’t write things that scan properly without it. It’s there for a reason.
The onus is on authors to get it right, though that doesn’t mean losing perspective. Grammar is a tool, not an end-goal. The so-called ‘grammar Nazis’ who nit-pick authors for any technical glitch that they can attribute to the writing don’t achieve much other than showing themselves up as small-minded.
It happens though. Some years ago a book reviewer – not someone writing the reader commentaries one gets on Amazon, but a journalist commissioned to prepare a discursive article about one of my…
View original 300 more words