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Home at the Edge of the World: Alameda Poet Laureate Inaugural Poem
Home at the Edge of the World
Alameda Poet Laureate Inaugural Poem
There are houses down your shaded streets –
beneath your oaks, your ginkos, your avenues of palm –
Leaded in glass, shingled in fish-scale, spangled with gingerbread,
Victorian ladies tarted up for Carnival,
their history and lore curving like a staircase into view.
Gentlemen strolled in spats, ladies swung their parasols,
bay breezes curling with fog and the clank of halyards, snapping flags. Water, at every turn,
glittering to shore, to ship, to ankles and toes.
Neptune would have been pleased to see his name emblazoned,
to hear the calliope, the splash and crank, the punch of tickets.
Men pummeled each other in the ring at Croll's, the Nickelodeon competing with the cry of merchants, seagulls, girls on the beach.
With popsicles and peanut butter.
The famous train stopped here, golden, spiked. Immigrants worked invisibly,
then vanished from the record,
as if they'd never owned that shop, inhabited this neighborhood.
We're at the edge of the continent, a dot on the map, an island of sand and silt.
We have our own secrets, our dirty clothes, our backyard politics – small minds and big mouths –
our stories of brutality and red-lining, of spite and malice.
I came here a refugee from the Marriage Wars, empty-handed at Starbucks, where I found a roommate, a latte, a lifeline.
The past was closed to me then, our future uncertain
as airplanes crashed into buildings and fell to dust.
From desperate shores I washed up, crumbled like the missing tower of City Hall.
I didn't know yet
That in Alameda the past is under your feet, in shell and sand.
That the streets of Bay Farm were paved with the bones of other people's ancestors.
I didn't know
That some islands are real and some islands are made.
That we could live here for three generations and still be new.
But I have roots here, I'm an Alamedan, too —
My mother, just a child in the Depression, came down
from tawny oak-strewn hills for sand from the beaches for her sandbox.
My father, just off the ship, his Navy uniform still salt-damp from the Sea of Japan,
took a drink at Wally's Corner, then
crossed the green bridge, up the road to the University, to stand at Strawberry Creek and think,
I'm finally home.
He brought my mother down Trestle Glen, Park Boulevard, Grand Avenue, Webster, through the Tube to their apartment on Lincoln Avenue – the Ulysses S Grant – to take out trash and mop the halls in exchange for rent.
My brother came, a squalling newborn at the hospital where consumptives once went
to bask in sunlight, to dry their shattered lungs.
He crawled, he walked; my sister followed, and we moved away
to suburbs where there was room to grow.
But I came back.
My daughters became Jets; my stepchildren were Hornets,
my allegiance to the home team shifting when the rent was raised.
I've met a prince here, and been a pauper,
and married the same man twice on green grass by the water,
lived in houses big and small, with stories of their own.
Alameda, Alameda, your name is lyrical on my lips —
you showed me how far I could walk on shifting sands before drowning.
Before I was in too deep.
Before I thought to ask for help.
Before I learned to save myself.
Alameda taught me that even the least of terns has power.
That even people living in mansions sometimes lose their beach.
That two newspapers are better than none.
That when there's trouble, raise the bridges.
That when in doubt, hold a street fair.
Alameda, Alameda, you've unfurled me, shucked me like an oyster.
Tell me your secrets. Send me scribbling
to the page.
Alameda Poet Laureate
April is the Coolest Month #NaPoMo
April is National Poetry Month. As the Poet Laureate of Alameda, I'd like to invite you to crack open a poetry book and read one, just once, this month. Read an old favorite, like T.S. Eliot, perhaps, whose Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is one of the finest examples of 20th Century poetry ("Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table…") – or maybe watch performance poets you'll find on YouTube, like Suli Breaks' "Why I Hate School but Love Education," or Savanna Brown's "What Guys Look for in Girls." (No, seriously, GO WATCH.)
Poetry is dangerous, not weak or sappy. Poetry is powerful. It's spoken or written truth.
Or read this and dismiss the entire topic. Why read a poem? Why should poetry matter, anyway? Elena Aquilar, an educator from Oakland, California, says that, "Poetry promotes literacy, builds community, and fosters emotional resilience. It can cross boundaries that little else can." And she gives five good reasons why we need poetry in our lives.
Poetry helps us know each other and build community. I saw this in action at Island High School's poetry slam in October, when students reading poems about their lives were uplifted by the entire school listening, appreciating and applauding each individual's work. Their poems rocked my world.
When read aloud, poetry is rhythm and music and sounds and beats. Babies and toddlers may not speak yet, but they hear your words and learn from you. Nursery rhymes matter – they tell stories, show playful use of words; children learn rudiments of music and math from keeping a beat in a poem.
Poetry opens venues for speaking and listening. It's good for children and students of all ages to practice both speaking (reading aloud or memorizing), and hearing the words of other students, or other cultures, told in poetry. Rhyming poems are easier to remember than non-rhyming poems (they're harder to write well, too!). I read some old favorite poems with the Trinity Seniors a few months ago and the elders listening spoke the lines they remembered along with me.
Poetry has space for those learning a new language – English or other languages. A simple haiku (three lines of 17 syllables total) is a simple glimpse into nature, and a toddler can appreciate it, a kindergartner can write it, and an English language-learner can access it. Poetry is universal. Take a listen to the bilingual students at St. Joseph Notre Dame, who publish their works in English, Spanish and French, in their annual poetry journal, Prisms.
Poetry opens the world to us. W.B. Yeats said this about poetry: "It is blood, imagination, intellect running together…It bids us to touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrink from all that is of the brain only." (Italics mine.) Every time you "like" a Facebook meme featuring a line from Rumi, Maya Angelou, or Basho, you're sharing poetry. You are opening yourself to a wider imagination, to the current of creativity that flows among us, unique to humans. You set your foot into the river of human experience.
(To read more of Aguilar's thoughts on why poetry matters, read her article online at Edutopia, "Five Reasons Why We Need Poetry in Schools." )
But doesn't it sound boring? Go read a poem? Yawn…Worse than algebra! Worse than memorizing dates in history! Better, then, read along with me this month as I explore the poetry of four high schools and the students writing and reveling in the spoken and written word. I'll be posting a feature every week in the Alameda Sun for the month of April – National Poetry Month.
If poetry isn't for you, perhaps the almost-adults who are about to step into the world will enlighten you about how poetry matters to them. You like Alameda, don't you? These students will help shine a light on the future we all share.
And by the way, it was T.S. Eliot who said that "April is the cruelest month" (The Wasteland), but I like my way better.
Julia Park Tracey is Alameda's Poet Laureate. Follow her on Facebook at Facebook/AlamedaPoetLaureate. If you'd like her to visit your classroom or club, email julia.editrix@gmail.com.
Poetry Corner — An Interview (from Sweatpants and Coffee)
"Poetry is kind of like Brussels sprouts," a friend of mine said recently. "Some people love it and most people hate it."
I find this both funny and, sadly, true; sadly because I consider myself a poet – but it took a long time, a lot of work and even more encouragement by fellow poets and mentors to claim that title.
The woman who made that tasty analogy is Julia Park Tracey, and she was recently named Poet Laureate for the city of Alameda, where she lives in California. In addition to being newly minted as Poet Laureate, Julia is also an accomplished editor and journalist, and has published books in a variety of genres, including novels, the collected diaries of her great aunt (a fabulous Flapper in the Roaring 20s) and, of course, poetry. It's my distinct pleasure to sit down with Julia and, on behalf of Sweatpants and Coffee, learn more about what makes this pretty poet tick.
Tomi: Julia, how exciting to be named a Poet Laureate! Tell us the story of how you were appointed.
Julia: Alameda had a Poet Laureate named Mary Rudge for a long time – about 10 years. Mary passed away early in 2014 and the position was vacant. I was asked to apply by some folks at the city, and decided I would. I was surprised to be selected – I am known for many other things besides poetry, but poetry is my first literary love. So I'm pretty chuffed about the title.
Tomi: When and how did you start writing poetry?
Julia: My first exposure to real poetry came in 9th grade when I was home sick and my mom brought me some books from the library. On a whim, I asked her for poetry, and she brought me a large engraved picture book of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I fell in love with the cadences. Another of the books had "Kubla Kahn" and I loved that, too. Very old-fashioned stuff, but soon I was reading Plath and Alice Walker and Marge Piercy and writing my own rhymey and not-rhymey verses. "Rhymey" is a technical term, right?
Tomi: Of course it is. Now, who would you say is your favorite poet, and what are a few of your go-to poems when you feel the need to be inspired, comforted or just need a few beautiful, brilliant words?
Julia: Favorites for many years have been Sappho, Rumi, Piercy and Walker – their words always resonate and make me feel larger, somehow. Sylvia Plath is interesting but she is impenetrable sometimes. She needs a hammer and chisel to break open. I am not a fan of McClure and the Beats in general, though there are some that I like. I was Harold Norse's secretary for a summer in the early 90s. He was a good teacher. TS Eliot, Charles Simic, Sparrow – whoever is getting printed in The Sun – those poets are very good in general.
Tomi: You've written and published a lot more than poetry: you worked diligently through your great aunt Doris's diaries and published them in two volumes. What inspired you to take on that project, and what did you learn from it?
How has the response been to the Diaries?
Julia: The Doris Diaries project has been an homage to my great aunt – she was an amazing writer but never published her best work. She wrote her life story and self-pubbed it at age 96 – but the magic had gone out of her words. The diaries are so vibrant – it was like discovering a trove of Virginia Woolf. Her way of telling stories, of accessing the human heart – lovely. I have been publishing these myself, but BookTrope is going to reissue the two I have done, and will support more volumes to come. All the profits I've received from publishing Doris's words have gone to Reed College in Doris's name, as scholarship monies.
People love Doris and her stories. I have a good following on Facebook and Twitter (look for The Doris Diaries) and I get comments and feedback every day from people who feel her pain or laugh at or with her. I've had nothing but good since I started publishing Doris's diaries.
Tomi: I love that you're donating the profits, and I think Doris would have dug it, too. I'm glad her life and stories are being shared and touching people, that's awesome.
You also have one novel under your belt, and one to be published by BookTrope this fall (a very steamy novel, I will add). Give us a glimpse into those novels and what sparked you to write them.
Julia: My first novel was literary fiction and was my thesis from my MA program. It's called Tongues of Angelsand is about a Catholic priest and the politics of falling in love when you're vowed to celibacy. It was inspired by my former husband, who had been a priest before we married. It's edgy and sensuous but not overtly sexy. It's really about coming to a fork in the road and deciding what kind of life to lead – fulfilled or thwarted? Living truth or living a lie, and how your choices change your life.
The novel that BookTrope is publishing this fall is a fun, sassy chick-lit suspense novel about a tattooed and pierced reporter who stumbles across a big story and has to race the clock to save an Indian burial ground from real estate developers, and beat the competition, too. Plus she has lots of hot sex. It's called Veronika Layne Gets the Scoop and is the first in a series of three (or maybe more). I have been a journalist for 30 years; you can count on the newspaper atmosphere to feel very authentic. You'll have to guess about the sex, though.
Tomi: Oooh, having been a beat reporter myself, I look forward to that.
So, as if all this writing and publishing and poetry isn't enough, you do a lot of good work in your community, including teaching workshops in journalism, creative writing and marketing for authors.
Julia: I like working with kids, so I teach journalism classes to kids after school. I have taught poetry or creative writing to all ages of classes – mostly through volunteering in my daughters' classrooms over the years. I have three daughters plus two stepchildren, and so I've had kids in school for about 25 straight years. That's a lot of volunteering. I have also done workshops at writing conferences about marketing and PR for writers – I ran my own boutique publicity firm for three years, specializing in PR for non-profits and artists, most of whom can't afford a PR person – so I learned how to DIY, and that's how I teach it.
It's important to be a part of the community you live in, to make it better. I can't throw buckets of money at projects like Bill Gates can, and my time is limited by family and work, but when I have a skill to share, and I see a need, I will offer it up. For example, I made my poetry book launch a food drive for our local food bank – to thank them for when I was a single mother and was a food bank client. I have made the "admission fee" to various events a new or used children's book, and then shared those with local preschools. I have donated books or free consultations to the many silent auctions that our local charities have. Even if you don't have money or time, there are things you can do. In September, I am reading aloud for an hour at a Banned Books read-a-thon. Anyone who can read can do that. It's a pay-it-forward kind of thinking.
Tomi: That is a lot of do-gooding. Thank you for that, sister. Anything else you'd like to share before our Poetry Coffee Break is over?
Julia: The biggest help to me in the last few years has been to gather a strong community of other writers around me. Not to work alone – because writing is very lonely. You work in a vacuum and it's hard to tell if you're a genius or if you suck. Find other writers who can support you and give feedback, cross-market or go to events with you. I have had a handful of supportive women close at hand for the past three years especially, and they have made a world of difference to my writing, my sense of connectedness, and my outlook. Don't go it alone – take a buddy!
Elegy for October 1989
After the earthquake, we half-laughed and half-cried
as we picked through our belongings
strewn in sliding piles on the tilted floor.
That night, we blinked for endless hours in the dark,
all of us in one bed, covers pulled to our chins.
Our eyes snapped open like Roman shades
when ceiling creaked or house settled.
The house seemed a trap, yet our only haven.
The earth bumped and shrugged some more,
tore me back under to the dark place, where I remembered the attack,
how I'd screamed and fought my panic, losing;
and I felt some embedded part of me hit open air,
torn from its protective sheath,
burning like a first breath, like pepper in the eye:
I am weak, there is something much stronger than I am.
I was weak then; they outgrew my control:
the faceless one,
the moving ground,
the shudders and hiccups that followed, for weeks, years,
that still send me, adrenaline-crazed, to doorjambs,
while my teacups and windows rattle.
Over Lake Merritt
I come down the steps of the bank building,
invisible in the evening rush,
a check in my hand for the money from the house
that is no longer mine, the life
that is no longer mine,
pinwheeling, careening toward whatever and who the fuck,
from some bliss and pain and secrets,
dead to their world, they dead to mine;
pelicans wheel above,
pterodactyls on the hunt,
their reptile legs tucked under,
their cold yellow eyes,
silent but screaming that aik aik that I hear
when I can't open my eyes at night, when I am awake and yet asleep,
when I reach for what I had that is gone,
when I wake and am cold.
When I rise and am silent.
*originally published PEN West anthology, April 2007
You can follow Julia Park Tracey on Twitter and Facebook under her own name. Look for the Twitter hashtags #poetlaureate and #whypoetrymatters, and like the new Facebook page, Alameda Poet Laureate, for Julia's latest poetry and literary happenings.
"Oven Roasted Brussels Sprouts" by Saleeha Bamjee is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
Tomi L. Wiley
Tomi L. Wiley is the Poetry and Short Fiction Editor for Sweatpants & Coffee. She has written and edited for mainstream and private media including Southern Living and Oxford American magazines, edited numerous manuscripts and literary anthologies, procured authors and coordinated panels for the Southern Festival of Books and am a past President of the Tennessee Writers Alliance. She studied poetry in France as part of a program with the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. She is a published author and poet. She digs ice cream, goat cheese, red wine and very loud jazz. She is working on her first novel.
Everyone says, "Oh, I've been so busy." I have, too, but in a low-key way. In January of this year, my brother-in-law Dennis was diagnosed with Stage 3 lung cancer. I had just made a rigorous plan for my books, writing, and marketing for 2014, and had gathered full momentum already. But I realized that some things are more important than writing blog posts or tweeting about my writing projects. So I put most of my work aside and made myself available to help.
My late brother-in-law Dennis, in the mountains he loved so much.
Dennis was a Vietnam veteran, in the 25th Infantry, 1969-71. He was just a kid, but he did his duty, was injured twice, earned two Purple Hearts and the Bronze Star. Along the way he was sprayed with Agent Orange. One of the most stunning things the VA man told Dennis earlier this year was that, because of where Dennis was on certain dates with his division, "That was the day you were killed. It's just taken this long to catch up to you."
I took Dennis to the doctor when he needed a ride. He wasn't able to drive with his oxygen tank, and walking was also a challenge, but we sped around the open corridors of Kaiser Santa Rose popping wheelies in a borrowed wheelchair. I sneaked a few Playboys to him. Because of various health reasons, radiation was not an option, and neither was surgery. Chemo was brutal. He suffered multiple strokes that left him incapacitated and in a long-term care facility, was anointed by the monsignor and made a miraculous recovery to almost his former self. He was able to walk, talk and reason again, and soon was home. But there could be no more chemo. It was a matter of enjoying what time he had left.
I was with Dennis on his last day in early June, a scant six months after diagnosis, taking my turn at companionship, preparing food and tracking medicine. It was a very long day. He wasn't himself, didn't feel well, and the hours dragged. By the time my sister Carolyn got home from work, I was exhausted but it was clear he wasn't well, so I stayed. The nurse came late that night, and we had him settled for bed. But when we went to give him his next round of meds, he had stopped breathing. That was it — life and death, just a breath between the two. We held him and said thank you and how much we loved him, and he was gone.
A few days later my sister asked if I would speak at Dennis's memorial, and while I was honored to do so, I knew I had to figure out what to say, and for me — a lifelong writer — that was an assignment that, for once, kind of sent me into a tizz. I don't get writer's block, as a rule. Because I have been a journalist and have written to deadline since high school, on newspapers, in the heat of rushing to press, very little stops me from getting words onto the page. But this was a tough one.
During the springtime and early summer, my husband and I had purchased a fixer-upper, and I found that throwing myself into cleaning house, clearing garbage and weeds, and shoveling dirt — I could think again. So I wrote the short essay of my life, and delivered it at his funeral earlier this month. And after the sound of the gunfire salute, the playing of Taps, and the long memorial barbecue afterward, I found that I still have a writing path, I still have a career that needed my attention, and I kind of wandered back to my desk.
So here I am — and that's where I've been. And I have news. Not fallen from heaven like a meteor, unexpected and surprising, but some things I have worked for over the years, with diligence, endless writing and earning my way up the ladder.
Last week, I signed with BookTrope, a new publishing company that is changing the way books get out into the world. I am very excited to be a BookTrope author, and the first offering will be my new chick-lit novel, formerly called Shell Game, but with a title change in the works. The heroine is Veronika Layne, a tattooed and pierced young reporter who stumbles on a mystery in her town, and has to race against real estate developers to save shell mounds from destruction. Drawn from my days as a weekly news reporter in a small city, this heroine is smart, rebellious, and persistent, has a crush on her rival reporter, and is determined to save the day. Sassy, sexy, smart — Veronika will steal your heart. First in a series, by BookTrope!
BookTrope will also republish both of my Doris Diaries books as well as my novel, Tongues of Angels; watch for that news on social media and links here. The Doris Diaries will become part of the "matriarchal legacy" line at BookTrope, and will be released together in March 2015 as part of Women's History Month.
And last but not least, I got this letter in the mail yesterday:
The letter I received naming me Alameda's Poet Laureate.
It's true! I will be appointed as Alameda's Poet Laureate (a two-year term) in September at a City Council meeting. Very exciting! I will be leading poetry readings, visiting the schools and senior center, and judging contests. I will be using the hashtags #PoetLaureate and #whypoetrymatters on social media — look for them!
So I'm back on track, with lots to do. Thanks for hanging in there and know how much your readership means to me, today, and every day.


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Choir of Saint Philip and Saint James Church, Cheltenham - Christmas And Other Sacred Music album mp3
Performer: Choir of Saint Philip and Saint James Church, Cheltenham
Title: Christmas And Other Sacred Music
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Russia's first professional composer of sacred music, Dmitry Bortniansky (1751–1825), saved Russian music from being swept away before the Western wave, as the liner notes state. Later composers, such as Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninoff, followed Bortniansky's methods, establishing liturgical music as a viable art form. The works of all three composers, and others, are featured on this recording. The album showcases the Orthodox Cathedral Choir of Paris, a famous choir that has preserved the Russian liturgical tradition.
God Is with Us, "A Christmas Proclamation". St. George's Chapel Choir, Windsor, Christopher Robinson, Roger Judd & James Oxley. 9. Ode of Saint Andrew of Crete. Matthew Brook, St. George's Chapel Choir, Windsor & Christopher Robinson.
The Church of Saints Philip and James (Croatian: Crkva svetih Filipa i Jakova) is a Roman Catholic church in Vukovar, Croatia. The church was built from 1723 till 1732, when it was blessed by Marko Dragojević. In 1738 it was dedicated by Sigismund Berenyi. In 1897 it was expanded according to the plans of Franz Langerberg and later Richard Jordan. On 24 May 1899 the renovated and expanded church was dedicated by Anđelko Voršak. In 1911 it was successfully painted with fresco paintings.
The Church needs musicians. How many sacred works have been composed through the centuries by people deeply imbued with the sense of the mystery! The faith of countless believers has been nourished by melodies flowing from the hearts of other believers, either introduced into the liturgy or used as an aid to dignified worship. In song, faith is experienced as vibrant joy, love, and confident expectation of the saving intervention of God. ( Saint Pope John Paul II, Letter to Artists ). The treasure of sacred music is to be preserved and fostered with great care. In addition to its Sunday duties, the Cathedral Choir takes principal responsibility for the music on major feast days, for Christmas, and for the services of Holy Week. Rehearsal: 7:00-8:30 pm Wednesdays. Sunday Liturgy: 11:00 am Mass (10:30 warmup). The Men's Schola is an ensemble of male singers, open to ages 15 and older.
Staffed by Dominican Friars of the Province of Saint Joseph. Our growing Traditional Choir needs your support and voice! The choir sings from September through May at 11AM Masses and at special liturgies for Christmas, Holy Week, and Easter. Come try us out! Contact Dr. Sean O'Connor, Music Director and Organist. Designed by: ThemeXpert.
The Chamber Choir of Saint Tikhon's Monastery, a professional vocal ensemble under the auspices of America's oldest Orthodox monastery, will give a concert at the Roman Catholic Church of Saint John Nepomucene, 411 East 66 Street, New York, NY at 7:30 . on Thursday, November 12, 2015. The concert will celebrate the release of the choir's forthcoming debut album, Till Morn Eternal Breaks: Sacred Choral Music of Benedict Sheehan. Proceeds from the event will benefit Saint Tikhon's Orthodox Theological Seminary.
This glorious recording from the choir of St George's Chapel, Windsor Castle includes The Lamb, perhaps one of the best-known choral works of the late twentieth century. Composer: John Tavener Performer: James Oxley, Roger Judd, Matthew Brook Conductor: Christopher Robinson Orchestra/Ensemble: Windsor Castle St. George's Chapel Choir. I wouldn't make that complaint about any of the other pieces on this disc, nor would I fault any of the other performances here. I'm generally a fan of English choirs, and the Choir of St. George's Chapel, Windsor Chapel, under Christopher Robinson's direction, is no exception. They sing with impressive purity, accuracy, and flexibility. 10. Ode of Saint Andrew of Crete by John Tavener Performer: Matthew Brook (Baritone) Conductor: Christopher Robinson Orchestra/Ensemble: Windsor Castle St. George's Chapel Choir Period: 20th Century Written: 1981; England.
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The Balancing Act....When it just feels NATural!
Just like any relationship, friendships are a balancing act. Give and take. Talking and listening. Fun times and serious ones. Finding time and making time. Reaching out and giving space. Growing close rather than being close.
Friendship IS one of life's greatest adventures!!
Timing is crucial in this life, whether we like it or not. Sometimes, you meet the right people at the wrong times, and at other times you meet the wrong people at the right time. Both make beautiful disasters! Lol However the real magic begins when you meet the right people at the right time.
Sometimes we don't realise we have met the right people at the wrong times, and they linger on the outer edges of our lives and our circles as friendly acquaintances. Unexpectedly one day, you might really connect, and grow a meaningful close friendship.
Just give the right people time to be in your life at the right time!
You may have guessed I am writing from experience here. Fairly recently, someone I had known from my years as a mother of toddlers called me out of the blue for a coffee. As timing would have it, fatefully, I happened to be walking right by the café she wanted to meet at that morning. I admit when I saw her number on the screen I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was happy all the same. It wasn't the first intermittent catch up we had had over the years, and I had no expectation that this one would be any different. A friendly way to pass a mutually convenient morning.
What I can say, is that for the first time since we met, I walked away feeling like we had really connected. Like this person was suddenly my friend. And I was excited by that. Timing, conveniently, had placed our availability pretty mutually to allow for more catch ups in the months that followed and we relaxed into a happy supportive place. Although this was unexpected…. The timing in both our lives was right. I guess it never had been before.
As I had just embarked on this friendship journey at the time, I was very aware of trying to make this particular friendship with all the ingredients for a lifelong recipe. Only time will tell if I have gotten the measurements right, but for the first time I am being mindful of the time we spend together. We can and do talk about some pretty deep stuff when the times call for it. We talk about important boring stuff, health issues and share our joys and struggles around the "mum life." We check in with each other after important occasions or happenings. We make time to go out for girls nights when the husbands take the kids, and times where we take the kids to hang out together. We can laugh, even in the moments of deep and dark conversations, and ask for fashion advice in the same conversations.
Maybe balanced is the wrong word, and safe, secure and reciprocal are better terms?
I am so grateful that this person called me for coffee that one fateful morning. She invited me into her life and into her heart that day and showed me that there are friends all around us waiting to sprout, under the right circumstances. There isn't a thing about our friendship that I don't cherish, it has actually really changed my life and the way I view friendships in a more rounded way. I love how welcomed I feel around this person, and how safe and cherished and cared for she makes me feel.
This is one friendship that truly feels balanced. It feels equal. It feels natural. It feels reciprocal. It feels wonderful, and fateful.
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If you are under a certain age, you may be required to pass an approved boat safety course and obtain your Kansas boat license before operating a boat. You can complete boating safety courses either online or in a classroom setting in order to get your boater education card (or boat license).
Make sure you stay up-to-date on the current boating laws since they are subject to change and differ for each state. Aside from the safe boating basics, it is the responsibility of every recreational boater to know the laws pertaining to topics such as registration, operating age, safety equipment, regulatory zones and waste discharge.
When you register your boat in Kansas, you will be required to pay a registration fee that helps to fund marinas, boat ramps, waterway clean-up efforts and boater education programs. All boats powered by motor or sail must be registered and numbered in the state of Kansas.
All vessels powered by motor or sail must be registered and numbered in the state.
New owners of a boat can register their boat in person at a State Park, a regional office or one of the state boat registration agents.
Kansas boat registrations expire every three years from the date of registration.
Kansas has its own set of boating rules to protect the waterways and keep everyone who uses them safe.
Additional resources and information can be found directly on the Kansas Wildfire, Parks & Tourism site.


Professional dental cleanings are an important part of your regular dental checkups, which you should schedule every six months. Drs. Mark and Courtney love healthy teeth and gums! They want to help you to maintain or achieve the smile of your dreams.
Here at Wightman Family Dental, we understand that even a basic cleaning can make a patient nervous. Our Hygienist will make sure you are comfortable and relaxed for your visit. During the cleaning portion of the exam, your hygienist will remove plaque, tartar and stains. She will also apply fluoride and polish to your teeth, as well as educate you about proper home care and the best ways to maintain your oral health. A dental cleaning will have you leaving our office feeling refreshed and happy with your clean, beautiful smile.


For the record, regardless of any extensive background, just throwing together a summary, work history, and education experiences on paper does not make a resume. Here are a few things to consider.
Many hiring managers are using databases to streamline the resume review process. As opposed to going through resume after resume, they are using search tools to hunt for job titles, skill sets, education and other criteria. When crafting your resume, make sure it is keyword friendly. Read the job description carefully and find prominent words and phrases to put in your resume. If the job description asks for "WordPerfect proficiency," use that term. Every resume submitted should be tailored to a specific position anyway, so front load it with keywords that will be caught by both databases and hiring managers.
Keeping your resume professional is only to your benefit. Open an email account specifically for the job search so that you don't have to use goodlookingguy91589@gmail.
Don't put a photograph on your resume for two reasons: (i) you do not want to give anyone a reason to dismiss your resume, which can happen if someone forms a negative opinion of you based on your beard, attire, nose, etc. and (ii) it has become a common practice among hiring managers to reject resumes with photos to avoid accusations of discrimination.
The days of mass resume submissions are toast. Savvy hiring managers can see when a resume is being recycled. And candidates who can't take the time to tailor their resume will be the last on any hiring manager's list. If there's one thing you need to know about what to do with your resume, it's this: personalize each submission, outside of merely replacing job titles.
Keep your resume succinct. Except in extreme cases – such as high executive positions – keep lists between four and six bullets, working your way down in importance. Be sure to not just highlight what makes you a talented candidate, but show your soft skills, noting how well you worked with coworkers, management, and other departments, led successful projects, used industry-specific software, and played significant roles at meetings, planning sessions, etc.
If you really want to know what to do with your resume, check out LiveCareer's Resume Builder, a user-friendly, click-through resource that will make sure your credentials are always submission ready.


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/*	$NetBSD: if_tr_isapnp.c,v 1.21 2012/10/27 17:18:26 chs Exp $	*/

/*
 * Copyright (c) 1999 The NetBSD Foundation, Inc.
 * All rights reserved.
 *
 * This code is derived from software contributed to The NetBSD Foundation
 * by Onno van der Linden.
 *
 * Redistribution and use in source and binary forms, with or without
 * modification, are permitted provided that the following conditions
 * are met:
 * 1. Redistributions of source code must retain the above copyright
 *    notice, this list of conditions and the following disclaimer.
 * 2. Redistributions in binary form must reproduce the above copyright
 *    notice, this list of conditions and the following disclaimer in the
 *    documentation and/or other materials provided with the distribution.
 *
 * THIS SOFTWARE IS PROVIDED BY THE NETBSD FOUNDATION, INC. AND CONTRIBUTORS
 * ``AS IS'' AND ANY EXPRESS OR IMPLIED WARRANTIES, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED
 * TO, THE IMPLIED WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY AND FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR
 * PURPOSE ARE DISCLAIMED.  IN NO EVENT SHALL THE FOUNDATION OR CONTRIBUTORS
 * BE LIABLE FOR ANY DIRECT, INDIRECT, INCIDENTAL, SPECIAL, EXEMPLARY, OR
 * CONSEQUENTIAL DAMAGES (INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, PROCUREMENT OF
 * SUBSTITUTE GOODS OR SERVICES; LOSS OF USE, DATA, OR PROFITS; OR BUSINESS
 * INTERRUPTION) HOWEVER CAUSED AND ON ANY THEORY OF LIABILITY, WHETHER IN
 * CONTRACT, STRICT LIABILITY, OR TORT (INCLUDING NEGLIGENCE OR OTHERWISE)
 * ARISING IN ANY WAY OUT OF THE USE OF THIS SOFTWARE, EVEN IF ADVISED OF THE
 * POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE.
 */

#include <sys/cdefs.h>
__KERNEL_RCSID(0, "$NetBSD: if_tr_isapnp.c,v 1.21 2012/10/27 17:18:26 chs Exp $");

#include <sys/param.h>
#include <sys/systm.h>
#include <sys/callout.h>
#include <sys/mbuf.h>
#include <sys/socket.h>
#include <sys/ioctl.h>
#include <sys/errno.h>
#include <sys/syslog.h>
#include <sys/select.h>
#include <sys/device.h>

#include <net/if.h>
#include <net/if_dl.h>
#include <net/if_ether.h>
#include <net/if_media.h>

#include <sys/cpu.h>
#include <sys/bus.h>
#include <sys/intr.h>

#include <dev/ic/tropicreg.h>
#include <dev/ic/tropicvar.h>

#include <dev/isa/isavar.h>

#include <dev/isapnp/isapnpreg.h>
#include <dev/isapnp/isapnpvar.h>
#include <dev/isapnp/isapnpdevs.h>

int	tr_isapnp_match(device_t, cfdata_t, void *);
void	tr_isapnp_attach(device_t, device_t, void *);

CFATTACH_DECL_NEW(tr_isapnp, sizeof(struct tr_softc),
    tr_isapnp_match, tr_isapnp_attach, NULL, NULL);

int
tr_isapnp_match(device_t parent, cfdata_t match, void *aux)
{
	int pri, variant;

	pri =  isapnp_devmatch(aux, &isapnp_tr_devinfo, &variant);
	if (pri && variant > 0)
		pri = 0;
	return pri;
}

void
tr_isapnp_attach(device_t parent, device_t self, void *aux)
{
	struct tr_softc *sc = device_private(self);
	struct isapnp_attach_args *ipa = aux;
	int mmioidx, sramidx;

	printf("\n");

	if (isapnp_config(ipa->ipa_iot, ipa->ipa_memt, ipa)) {
		aprint_error_dev(self, "error in region allocation\n");
		return;
	}

	printf("%s: %s %s\n", device_xname(self), ipa->ipa_devident,
	    ipa->ipa_devclass);

	sc->sc_dev = self;
	sc->sc_piot = ipa->ipa_iot;
	sc->sc_pioh = ipa->ipa_io[0].h;

	if (strcmp(ipa->ipa_devlogic, "TCM3190") == 0) {
		mmioidx = 0;
		sramidx = 1;
	}
	else {	/* Default */
		mmioidx = 1;
		sramidx = 0;
	}
	sc->sc_memt = ipa->ipa_memt;
	sc->sc_mmioh = ipa->ipa_mem[mmioidx].h;
	sc->sc_sramh = ipa->ipa_mem[sramidx].h;
	sc->sc_memwinsz = ipa->ipa_mem[sramidx].length;
	/*
	 * Determine total RAM on adapter and decide how much to use.
	 * XXX Since we don't use RAM paging, use sc_memwinsz for now.
	 */
	sc->sc_memsize = sc->sc_memwinsz;
	sc->sc_memreserved = 0;

	sc->sc_aca = TR_ACA_OFFSET;
	sc->sc_maddr = ipa->ipa_mem[sramidx].base;
	/*
	 * Reset the card.
	 */
	if (tr_reset(sc))
		return;

	sc->sc_mediastatus = NULL;
	sc->sc_mediachange = NULL;

	if (tr_attach(sc))
		return;

	sc->sc_ih = isa_intr_establish(ipa->ipa_ic, ipa->ipa_irq[0].num,
		ipa->ipa_irq[0].type, IPL_NET, tr_intr, sc);
}

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