What Men Look for in Women: The Plight of Fatherless Daughters

Fatherless daughters fight an uphill battle for position among women who have loving histories with their fathers. Those fortunate women are seemingly more able to submit in relationships. They know exactly what types of relationships are healthy and what types are not. In fact, they are less likely to settle into relationships that do not mirror the love and caring shown to them by their own fathers during early childhood.

Life

Life is a long time to serve in jail…

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Did I just hear what I think I heard? That couldn’t be!  As I sat there with my eyes glued on the clerk I tried to maintain my composure.   I simply could not bring myself to look at the twelve jurors that made this awful decision (at least as far as I was concerned).  Prior to the verdict being read, the Judge warned that no outbursts would be tolerated!  While it was generally directed toward family and friends, I felt myself falling apart at this moment.

Allowing my brain to kick in because I still had work to do, I pulled together long enough to ensure the jury was polled and I entered notice of appeal.  Honestly, I don’t know how I got through it because I felt as though I was floating in the clouds, and, it wasn’t getting any easier.

The Judge turned to my client, after…

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Get Out of Your Own Way: Closing the Diversity Gap in EdTech

I just sat down at the Blogger's cafe´at ISTE 2016 amongst some common Twitter acquaintances known as the #Educolor movement. Their mission is to close the diversity gap in Educational Technology by raising awareness across the country. — Joan McCullough (@Jovan367) June 28, 2016 It's funny. I've been thinking about the diversity gap since I've been in Denver … Continue reading Get Out of Your Own Way: Closing the Diversity Gap in EdTech

Burying Your Parents? Goodbye Normalcy

We are getting older now, and my friends have begun to bury their parents. Without making the grave mistake of telling them "I know how you feel," I try to offer support in every way I can. There's very little I can do really, and I know it. No magic words or no gift of any sort can even begin to scratch the surface. It's like I'm the woman in the long black trench coat standing in the far corner of the graveyard during a burial, looking on as the survivors slowly crossover into "my world".

Burying Your Parents? Kiss Normalcy Goodbye

We are getting older now, and my friends have begun to bury their parents. Without making the grave mistake of telling them "I know how you feel," I try to offer support in every way I can. There's very little I can do really, and I know it. No magic words or no gift of any sort can even begin to scratch the surface. It's like I'm the woman in the long black trench coat standing in the far corner of the graveyard during a burial, looking on as the survivors slowly crossover into "my world".

The Separation

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I sat patiently, in my hospital gown, on the examining table waiting.   It had been a few  years since I had been inside this office, or seen her. Moving to Roanoke Rapids meant I had to leave the comfort of her smile and gentle way.   So, I sat there excited about reconnecting with my Ob Gyn.

When she walked in I was surprised to see how slender and young she looked.  Wow! She looked completely different, I thought to myself.  She had to have lost at least 100 lbs. and she looked great.   Chilling in her t-shirt and scrub bottoms, she smiled and we began chatting.    As we chatted, and caught up, she pulled me out of my own inner thoughts when she asked, “How’s your husband doing?”   Of course she would ask. I don’t know why I wasn’t prepared.  After all, she patiently coached him in the delivery room…

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The Mailbox

Everyone has memories of how they learned a lesson in etiquette THE HARD WAY. I've undoubtedly spent most of my life looking back on some things and feeling wronged, abused, or frankly traumatized by the ordeal. However, healing and understanding takes effect when you can finally look back and laugh. My grandmother didn't play, and … Continue reading The Mailbox

I’m So Blocked, I Can’t Even Title This Post

And....We're BACK! Being blocked is like wanting to speak but you cannot - like psychogenic stuttering! In the past six months, I've had writer's block, photographer's block, and televised basketball watcher's block. I can't even bear to watch The Young and The Restless right now. I'm just plain BLOCKED! I could go on. I'm a jack of all … Continue reading I’m So Blocked, I Can’t Even Title This Post