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Author Archives: joanneeddy
On Choosing a 9/11 Legacy: Which will we feed?
In 2001, I was given the opportunity to help lead a team of support workers to Ground Zero. We began at an Aid Station atop a girder that fell from the South Tower. My experience there contained many blessings. It came with a cost. I would do it again. Continue reading
Posted in Writings by Wordsmiths and Others
Tagged 20th Anniversary of 9/11, 9/11, 9/11 Anniversary, A memorial of 9 11 Serving the First Responders, Cherokee Parable of the Wolves, FDNY at Ground Zero, Ground Zero, Honoring the 9/11 First Responders, In the Ashes of My Brothers, Memories of a 9/11 Responder, New York Times Be the Unity you seek, Patriotism, The cost of patriotism, The Salvation Army at Ground Zero, The Unity we felt on 9/11, United we stand divided we fall
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The Roots of Violence
“The greatest predictor of future violence is a past history of violence. The roots of violence lie in unremitting anger and an inability to cope with it.” Until the shooting of Representative Scalise and others at the GOP baseball practice, … Continue reading
Posted in Inklings
Tagged DC shooting, GOP baseball shooting, James Hodgkinson, learning to cope with anger, Shooting of Rep. Scalise, The greatest predictor of violence is a past history of violence, the origin of rage, The Roots of Violence, the roots of violence lie in anger, Warning Signs of Violence, what are the warning signs of possible violence, What do you do if you think someone is violent, what do you do is you think someone might shoot people, why are people violent, Why do people shoot people
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Finding Home
“Home is where the heart is.” Pliny the Elder Roman scholar, naturalist, and historian. The blue sky and water welcomed me as I crossed the Chowan River Bridge on Tuesday and my heart whispered, Home. As a child, my … Continue reading
Posted in Inklings, Views from my porch
Tagged "does the sound of the sea end at the shore, Albemarle Sound, Cape Cod Bay, East Dennis MA, Edenton, Edenton lighthouse, finding home, gardening, gardens, Home, Home is where the heart is, Master Gardener, ocean, Roanoke River Lighthouse, Sesuit Harbor, Sound bridge, the sea, What makes a place feel like home
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On Spring Days and Strong Knights
Spring always finds a way to steal its way into my heart. I await it like a lover pacing the floor before their beloved arrives. Though there is nice landscaping out front of our new house including some crape myrtles … Continue reading
Spoons
“When you are more fortunate than others, it is better to build a longer table than a taller fence.” Author unknown Those of you who follow me know that my grandparents came from Poland. For anyone who has just happened … Continue reading
Posted in Writings by Wordsmiths and Others
Tagged a view of building the wall, America, American immigration, Anti immigrant views, build a longer table instead of a taller fence, building the wall, Card game of spoon, Competition, competition for resources, disappearing blue collar jobs, Immigrants, immigration, limited resources, Spoons
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A Daughter’s Tribute
On November 13th, we had a celebration for my husband’s retirement after 45 years in the ministry. It was filled with lots of laughter (A This is Your Life, Doug Eddy! program scripted with a lot of humor – to the … Continue reading
Leaving a Trail – Forging Ahead
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” Ralph Waldo Emerson I have been known as a collector of “treasures.” A few awards, some mementoes collected over time, most given … Continue reading
Posted in Inklings
Tagged Bobbie Schofield, Do Not go Gentle into that good night, Dylan Thomas, Explore, I went to the woods to live deliberately, magic wands, new directions, new year, New Year thoughts, not to come to the end of life and find I had never lived, retirement, Social work, social worker, Thoreau, to suck out the marrow of life
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