When I think of the man I’ll spend the rest of my life with. My King. I think about a man who looks at me like I’m the only person in the world. 106 more words
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This past winter, I signed up for a six week online writing class at our local community college. Every Saturday morning I’d finish watching my favorite PBS cooking shows with my husband, shift our chubby gray cat off my lap, unwrap myself from a cozy blanket and wander over to the desktop. 623 more words
“Reclaiming lost history and unacknowledged pioneers who came before contemporary figures and are otherwise overlooked by mainstream; reinforcing patterns of negative perceptions”. Shaking off patriarchal privilege and learning to distinguish between moments when sonically there is a new creation and possibility for growth or there is just more reinscription of the status quo is the type of music I feel a more personal connection to. 234 more words
Everything exists by understanding what it is not.
Considering knowledge to be a repository of gained or obtained information (and so a systematic conditioning of this would be education) it would be logical to state that it stems from learning; and so personal understanding being but a stream of that general pool of information would have to be similarly gained or obtained. 171 more words