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Storytelling is an art form …

LIVE WITH ARTWhat­ever form you choose … art soothes the soul, releases cre­ative ener­gies and makes life more meaningful.


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Don’t accept the lie …

Our cul­ture has accepted two huge lies: The first is that if you dis­agree with someone’s lifestyle, you must fear them or hate them. The sec­ond is that to love some­one means you agree with every­thing they believe or do. Both are non­sense. You don’t have to com­pro­mise con­vic­tions to be com­pas­sion­ate.” –Rick Warren


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Was life always fair for you?

Con­quer­ing adver­sity builds esteem and char­ac­ter … fail­ure can be the key to suc­cess. Chal­lenge is a good thing … how did we lose sight of this? Lov­ing our chil­dren should not mean wrap­ping them in bub­ble wrap, LOL!

Are we rais­ing a gen­er­a­tion of soft­ies?
Par­ents who con­tin­u­ously bail out their kids–let them quit jobs because of per­ceived unfair­nesses, let them sleep in, waste their days on unpro­duc­tive activites, cul­ti­vate and sup­port their whin­ing, allow the world to revolve around their con­stant wants with­out teach­ing them the lessons to sus­tain their needs…


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File this under: insanity

I am a US cit­i­zen, born to US cit­i­zens. I have lived in Ari­zona since 1958. I grad­u­ated from Saguaro HS, and Ari­zona State Uni­ver­sity. I have taken many classes in the Mari­copa Com­mu­nity Col­lege sys­tem. I am cur­rently enrolled in an online class through Rio Sal­ado CC. How did I enroll? I called the reg­is­trar, told him the course I wanted and gave him my credit card num­ber (to pay for the class). He issued me a stu­dent ID num­ber. Easy. Great class, great teacher … I am learn­ing a lot. I am also enrolled in South Moun­tain CC. How did I do this? I called, same rou­tine, HOWEVER, I needed to prove that I took PSYCH 101 and an intro coun­sel­ing class. I have a mas­ters degree in coun­sel­ing … would that suf­fice? No … so I dug out my tran­scripts and brought them to SMCC. The kid who was born in 1990 eval­u­ated my tran­script which proved that I took PSYCH 101 in 1972 and the other class in 1980. OK, embar­rass­ing, but done. I paid for my class and with the same stu­dent ID num­ber, I was enrolled. They also gave me a free park­ing sticker, woo hoo! Today, I called Mesa Com­mu­nity Col­lege to reg­is­ter for a 1 credit women’s weight train­ing class. I needed to prove res­i­dency before they would allow pay­ment. Huh????? I’m already enrolled in two other schools in the same system.“Sorry ma’am, them’s the rules. Bring us a photo ID.” OK … I drive to the cam­pus … take a num­ber and wait 50 min­utes for my chance to flash my dri­vers license in the 20 year old kid’s face. Not really, because I am very polite. I show him my license and he says, “We can’t accept this.” HUH????? Why??? “It was issued after 2008.” WTF???? I told him I am already enrolled in two other schools. He said I shouldn’t be. “What kind of proof of cit­i­zen­ship and res­i­dency do you have?“
– The valid driver’s license was no good.
–The valid AZ teach­ing cer­tifi­cate was no good.
–The valid Mari­copa Com­mu­nity Col­lege teach­ing cer­tifi­cate was no good (ironic, huh?).
–The valid AZ fin­ger­print card was no good.
–The valid voter reg­is­tra­tion card was no good.
I need a pass­port or birth cer­tifi­cate. OK … I sup­pose I will return tomor­row and wait in line for another hour. OH … then to top it all off, I get to my car and I had a park­ing ticket on my wind­shield. I parked in the vis­i­tor park­ing lot (adja­cent to reg­is­tra­tion and admis­sions) … my car has a freak­ing Mari­copa CC park­ing sticker on it … that sticker is for stu­dents only, not vis­i­tors!!!! OMG, some­body shoot me! All this … and no one asks for my ID to vote.

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For our kids …

These Things I Wish
by Tal­knol­ogy Tips on Fri­day, April 22, 2011 at 7:17pm ·

By Lee Pitts

We tried so hard to make things bet­ter for our kids that we made them worse.

For my grand­chil­dren, I’d like bet­ter. I’d really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and home­made ice cream and left­over meat loaf sand­wiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humil­ity by being humil­i­ated, and that you learn hon­esty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are six­teen. It will be good if at least one time you can see pup­pies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fight­ing for some­thing you believe in. I hope you have to share a bed­room with your younger brother. And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the mid­dle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the cov­ers with you because he’s scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a movie and your lit­tle brother wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days, when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your dri­ver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen rid­ing with some­one as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a sling­shot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buy­ing one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use com­put­ers, I hope you also learn to add and sub­tract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climb­ing a moun­tain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flag­pole. I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you real­ize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandpa and go fish­ing with your Uncle. May you feel sor­row at a funeral and joy dur­ing the hol­i­days. I hope your mother pun­ishes you when you throw a base­ball through your neighbor’s win­dow and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christ­mas time when you give her a plas­ter mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you — tough times and dis­ap­point­ment, hard work and hap­pi­ness. To me, it’s the only way to appre­ci­ate life.

Writ­ten with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I’m here for you. And if I die before you do, I’ll go to heaven and wait for you.


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Why teaching is a calling …

This is a video of one of Eva’s great pieces. She was an inspired stu­dent who now inspires oth­ers.

Noth­ing is more grat­i­fy­ing than leav­ing a legacy … passed down to new gen­er­a­tions, a love for the art … Here’s to stu­dents who sur­pass the mas­ter, but never for­get their hum­ble begin­nings! From myself, to Eva, to Melanie … it doesn’t get bet­ter than this!

RE: video com­ments about one of Eva’s tal­ented stu­dents in performance …

Eva Stone
Ballsy, beau­ti­ful, funny, sen­ti­men­tal, authen­tic, lovely, a lit­tle bit tragic.…and I totally needed this Mel. I’m so stressed out I can’t see straight…and this is some­thing I will watch EVERY day for the next ten days as a reminder on …See More

Mar­ian Pat­ter­son Gian­natti Charm­ing and poignant. I love the sim­plic­ity of light, cos­tume and prop. Well devel­oped … and per­fect length. Thanks for sharing!

Melanie Kather­ine Ander­son Thank you very much Marian!

Eva Stone Um.…Melanie…you are talk­ing Mar­ian Pat­ter­son Gian­natti, my high school mod­ern dance teacher and the woman respon­si­ble for my career in dance. Kinda like talk­ing to your Grandma.…and if she says she likes it, then you are in VERY good standing…

Melanie Kather­ine Ander­son Wow I feel com­pletely honored.

Mar­ian Pat­ter­son Gian­natti Gee thanks … though the grandma part is kinda scary!

Mar­ian Pat­ter­son Gian­natti Well done, Melanie! From G-ma ♥

Eva Stone i’m dying over here.…

Eva Stone It’s moments like this that make FACEBOOK a totally amaz­ing expe­ri­ence. I’m still dying.…


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Storytelling is an art form …

What­ever form you choose … art soothes the soul, releases cre­ative ener­gies and makes...
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Don’t accept the lie …

“Our cul­ture has accepted two huge lies: The first is that if you dis­agree with...
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Was life always fair for you?

Con­quer­ing adver­sity builds esteem and char­ac­ter … fail­ure can be the key to...
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File this under: insanity

I am a US cit­i­zen, born to US cit­i­zens. I have lived in Ari­zona since 1958....
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For our kids …

These Things I Wish by Tal­knol­ogy Tips on Fri­day, April 22, 2011 at 7:17pm · By...
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Why teaching is a calling …

This is a video of one of Eva’s great pieces. She was an inspired stu­dent who now...
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