This is my father. His name is Gary. I hope to write a lot about him in the near future, and hopefully learn about him in the process. 412 more words
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When my Grandfather passed, I felt like the ground beneath my feet had permanently fallen out. I walked around daily in a mental fog. Around the same time my 3 year relationship was unraveling, my living situation was uncertain, and I was technically unemployed because of a hiring freeze. 246 more words
In memory of Nelson Mandela, I am posting his speech from Africa Standing Tall Against Poverty. Although for years the symbol of environmentalism has been an exotic bird, a majestic whale, or a cute polar bear, environmentalism is as much a humanitarian issue as anything else. 585 more words