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August 26 2010
Annie Dubinsky
I was sitting in my office last week reading a final report that one of our recent Responsive Program Grant recipients submitted when I realized how much I don’t know about... More
August 13 2010
Raina Hassan
Last night, my husband, Amos, and I were cruising around on Netflix when we settled on an instant-play movie called Boys Don’t Cry. When it came out in 1999, I meant to go see... More
August 05 2010
Brian Doyle
Hmm. The moments that most changed the way I think about the world, o dear sweet jesus yes I can tell you those moments, with glee and gaping, still. There were three of them,... More
Posts from August 2010
War and the Notion of Home
I was sitting in my office last week reading a final report that one of our recent Responsive Program Grant recipients submitted when I realized how much I don’t know about war, especially how the notion of “home” changes so drastically. The Southern Oregon Goodwill Industries, in partnership with a number of other local organizations, recently hosted a conference focused on returning veterans. The conference responded to the social, emotional, and economic challenges... Read more
26 August 2010 | Posted by Annie Dubinsky in Inside O. Hm. New Ideas | Permalink | Comments? (0 so far)
Our Shared Stories
Last night, my husband, Amos, and I were cruising around on Netflix when we settled on an instant-play movie called Boys Don’t Cry. When it came out in 1999, I meant to go see it in the theater but missed it. Even though I didn’t catch it on the big screen, it garnered enough media attention that I remembered generally what it was about. I knew it was a fairly popular indie film that had been nominated for several Academy Awards, I knew who it starred (Peter Sarsgaard,... Read more
13 August 2010 | Posted by Raina Hassan in Inside O. Hm. New Ideas | Permalink | Comments? (2 so far)
New People
Hmm. The moments that most changed the way I think about the world, o dear sweet jesus yes I can tell you those moments, with glee and gaping, still. There were three of them, actually. One was at about three in the afternoon, and the others, I remember vividly, were 1:14 and 1:15 p.m. Those were the moments when people I had never seen before came swimming, literally, their arms milling and their tiny trout mouths gasping for breath, out of the woman who had married me some... Read more
05 August 2010 | Posted by Brian Doyle in Inside O. Hm. New Ideas | Permalink | Comments? (1 so far)
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