October 10th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
For those of you who don’t know that this is breast cancer awareness month, this pink is a reminder to all women to have their mams grammed.
Early detection of Breast Cancer is key to staying alive.
Believe me, the only thing worse than being told you have a lump is feeling a lump and not knowing whether it’s benign or not.
If you can’t afford a screening, there are resources that can help you. In Minnesota, I used the Sage Program.
Throughout the US, there are similar resources and you can find information about them here.
PS - Guys… if you love a lady, your mother, sister, wife, girlfriend… encourage her to save her life by being screened for breast cancer… and by the way, it doesn’t only affect women. Although not as common, men can get it, too.
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October 9th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- Until the day I heard your call,
- An unborn lived within these walls
- Of blood and flesh and bone.
- My self responded eagerly
- To tools that were right for me.
- Tools you hold within your hands
- That knock down walls
- And put in doors
- To thresholds I’ve not crossed before.
- Vistas once hidden from my eyes,
- A panorama realized.
- My soul is free to soar again.
- My fear was just a growing pain
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October 7th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- The intruder broke security
- The stillness in dead of night
- The honking cacaphony
- Alerted geese in Southern flight
- Who looked below with watchful eye
- But seeing no brethren in distress
- Added to the melody
- With raucous noisiness
- We woke and peered through window shades
- Leery of seeing the aftermath
- And there on the top of our honking car
- Sat our very own cat who was taking a bath.
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October 1st, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words.
Fingers of breeze caress the trees, which move with sultry sway.
Quiet, sweet as honey, as dusk overtakes the day.
The blandness of night seasoned
By salty cricket’s rill,
The icy screech of waking owl, hastening evening’s chill.
Rainbow cacophony-chirping birds at dawn.
Sharp crimson of the cardinal’s whistling, wake-up song,
The electric blue of the jays first cry,
The dove’s muted, gray and mourning sigh.
Ripples of a child’s laughter, sea lapping sandy shore.
A penny’s lonely echo, meeting well’s empty floor.
If mixing all the senses could create a wish come true,
These words of sight would be reborn, visions of sound for you.
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September 29th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- There was no card for me this year
- That compared my eyes to the stars above.
- There was no card for me this year
- That professed undying love.
- And there was no card from me,
- That in turn proclaimed the same.
- For this year my marriage
- Is only my last name.
- It was I who left
- With eye bereft
- Of any falling tear.
- It was I who put the past behind
- In search of my new year.
- I went to him, not because of him.
- I only left for me.
- I sought myself,
- I sought my life,
- My own identity.
- I have been mother, child and wife,
- But have not been what I could be.
- For in the many roles I’ve played,
- I never have been me.
- Now I follow my heart
- And trust my soul
- And begin to sop the healing balm
- And begin to feel the inner peace
- Of raging spirit becalmed.
- Though tears still flow,
- The grief will pass
- My eyes will dry and start to see.
- My heart will mend.
- The pain will end.
- At last, I will know me.
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