My 2017 Thanksgiving Equinox drive day…

It’s Thursday morning, and I’m filling my Chevrolet with as much gasoline as it can carry.

It’s my third of four reclamations.  And a chance for me to return to one of my most beloved holiday traditions.

Let me explain.

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#metoo – a guest post from Heather Fazio

My friend Heather Fazio is a longtime writer and blogger.  She writes both for the Times Union’s books blog and for her own personal blog.

Today she wrote a very important and dedicated piece, a personal recovery from personal tragedy and pain and horror.  She posted it on her Times Union blog – only to have the Times Union yank the post down and suspend her account.

Man, that sounds familiar.

Anyways, I’m of the belief that bloggers support bloggers, and I offered to repost Heather’s piece here on my portal.  Please note that the blog does contain mature adult language and themes, and may not be completely safe for work.  But it is an important read.  And I’m proud to share my friend’s post with you.  Please read and understand.

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#metoo – a guest post by Fran Rossi Szpylczyn

My friend Fran Rossi Szpylczyn is a longtime writer and blogger.  She writes the very popular “There Will Be Bread” religious blog for the Times Union. .

Today she wrote a very important and dedicated piece, a personal recovery from personal tragedy and pain and horror.  She posted it on her Times Union blog – only to have the Times Union yank the post down and suspend her account.

Man, that sounds familiar.

Anyways, I’m of the belief that bloggers support bloggers, and I offered to repost Fran’s piece here on my portal.  Please note that the blog does contain mature adult language and themes, and may not be completely safe for work.  But it is an important read.  And I’m proud to share my friend’s post with you.  Please read and understand.

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Crossing past my failures

It’s one of my worst traits.  It’s also one of my biggest failings.

And it’s something I’ve been working on and dealing with for nearly 55 years.

And by talking about it in the blog today, I’m hoping that I also shine a light on this problem – and if you’re either suffering from this failing, or know someone who is afflicted with this issue, that you understand.

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The skillsets, and how to avoid fear of them

Over the years, I’ve developed a series of hybrid crafting and building skills.  Not to the level where I could use them in hostage negotiations a la Liam Neeson, but you get my point.

From the Dream Window projects, I’ve taught myself the fine art of cutting and trimming glass, as well as using glazing techniques to install glass panels in windows.  Then from there, I’ve added the skills of sanding and staining wood, drilling wood with various drill bits, and even using diamond-tipped bits to score perfect holes in glass bottles.

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How to handle being “unfriended” on Facebook

It will happen when you least expect it.  It will happen for reasons that may confuse you.

And in this world of instant online gratification, you immediately think to yourself … “What the hell is going on?”

Trust me, I’ve had it happen to me.  Many times.  More times than I care to admit or understand.

But I’m sure it will happen to you.

And you won’t even realize it at first.

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Sixteen years old.

Imagine just turning sixteen.  Your whole life is ahead of you.  You’ve in the final years of high school, your parents are talking about teaching you how to drive, and that someone special keeps catching your eye and you’re hoping that you’re catching theirs as well.

You’ve just turned sixteen.

And if you’re just turning sixteen today…

You’ve never lived in a world where these structures existed.

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