Archive for July, 2012


“I’m Brett,

At age 11 I started to play field hockey, hoping to be as good as my two older sisters. What I didn’t realize at the time was just how much more this would mean for me. It took me out the classroom setting where my learning disablity often made me appear lazy or stupid.

My mom was the only person who seemed to know I was always trying my best. She would be at every game running up and down the sidelines with words of encouragement. When I entered the 9th grade I learned that after her 7 year battle with cancer, she was told it was terminal. As her health deteriorated, I would work harder and harder to improve my performance on field. Or at least that is what I told myself. Looking back I now realize it was the only way I knew how to deal with my mom being so sick and my fear of losing her.

She wasn’t able to be there when I received my undergraduate and graduate degrees. Nor did she get to see me play Division I Field Hockey and Division II Lacrosse, but one thing I know is that she would have been extremely proud of my success. Her endless stream of support will never be forgotten.

In the summer of 2011 Brett summited Mount Kilimanjaro and raised $13,000.00 in memory of her mom to fight breast cancer for the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center. It’s never too late to help such an admirable cause. Just follow the link:


“I’m Susie,

I started writing in journals in order to confide in something that wouldn’t speak back to me. It allowed me to express myself in any way I felt like, with complete freedom. They contain travel, adventures and impressions, or to-do lists, but mostly they are the front story that people may know about and the back story that are my own thoughts. It’s a legacy to myself.

Sometimes I write in my journal and sometimes I don’t. If I have an empty journal lying around and I feel like having an emotional puke, then, you know, it ends up on the page. And it’s great in that way. It’s awesome!

The words in the journal are personal. They are about the inside and the truth. They are the thread that pull the truth onto the page.

That is my object, and that is the object.”


I’m Daren.

I wear this necklace because it’s supposed to make me lucky.