Caring for those who don’t have a voice by Shanyn Silinski Another in the series of our posts, “What I learned from my first job.” Read more info about this writer at the end of this post. Want to participate? Send me an e-mail here. I remember my first real job, when I was quite young. My family started a newspaper when I was five years old. It was done out of our house for the next almost 20 years. ... Read more
We have had dozens of post from every spectrum of the blogosphere. Today, you’re in for a great story about a little girl who delivers newspapers. The lessons learned are just now being applied in full as Tiffany Stuart works as a writer. She blogs at Tea with Tiffany is scribbling hard at her first book. Deliver Words When I was thirteen, I worked just so I could own my own private stash of Lemonheads, Twizzlers and beef jerky. Plus I... Read more
Ever wonder what’s the right balance between work, family, church and personal time? You’re not alone. One trend from the current economic downturn is that we are working longer hours. Companies are hiring less, choosing to demand more from their current employees. And that often creates a crisis at home, with family time limited and self-development challenged. The ever-thoughtful Tim Challis explores the complicated balance of fulfilling the number of hours required to earn a living and spending time with... Read more
The delightful Sam Van Eman is a kindred spirit of mine. He is the author of On Earth As It Is In Heaven, is an editor at The High Calling, and blogs at New Breed of Advertisers. He has a unique combination of wit, compassion and zeal. Love this piece that he shared here.I banged on the insulated door but had known as soon as the latch clicked behind me that I’d have to get out of the refrigerator another... Read more
I hope you have been enjoying these “First Job” posts this month. Today, writer, photographer and poet Sandra Heska King tells us about her first job, working as a waitress. Her web site, Sandra Heska King, is always a delightful smorgasorg. Her moniker is creative. “Inspirational Writer and Deep See Diver.” You Can Dish It Out, But… My grandparents owned a small restaurant called the Airport Grill in Waters, an eye blink of a town a couple miles up the road.... Read more
This month, I’ve felt like a top 40 radio station. The hits just keep coming. Great writers, sharing their memories on this site. What a pleasure it has been. Catch up on all the previous posts, linked just to the right of this. Today, I’m happy to bring Charity Singleton, who writes over at Wide Open Spaces. Spend a few minutes over at her site and you’ll know she has keep insight, a tender heart toward those in the world,... Read more
Leslie Rowe is a writer from Sarasota, FL, who works at Great Words. I first read her piece at Bible Dude on her Journey to the Lost Things in Life and was blown away at the insight. Were honored that she shared here, and I encourage you to visit her site at leslierowe.com. My mom hired me to iron. I don’t count that as my first job. I hate ironing to this day and I’m sure it has something to... Read more
I first meet Diana Trautwein at Laity Lodge and found her to be a warm,wise and genuine woman. She blogs over at Just Wondering, where she reflects on retirement, photography and continued learning.Window Coverings, Riding the Bus & Growing Upby Diana R.G. TrautweinI’ve had a lot of different jobs in my life – babysitter, lawn-waterer, house-tender, school teacher, stay-at-home-mom, administrative assistant, florist, teaching assistant, staff pastor, curriculum writer and spiritual director. But the year I turned 15, I got my... Read more
There are times in everyone’s life when things just happen and you can’t do a thing about it. Like when you slip on an icy sidewalk and everything flings out of your hands while you fall flat on your back. Or when the car spins out in front of you and you can’t maneuver around it. Or when you stand at the edge of the emotional tsunami, mouth wide open and arms pushed forward in hapless defense. Some things you cannot fight. Some... Read more
My eyes hadn’t even opened and yet, with the first breath of the day, I knew something was wrong. The acrid smell was smoke, infiltrating the air like a distant campfire. But this was no toasty occasion for s’mores and laughter around dancing flame. The mountain was on fire. And the city next to it. Whipped by dry winds that carry no clouds, the rain-starved land bowed in surrender to the advancing flame. It’s not the first fire, and it won’t be the last. Almost... Read more
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