The Dunkin' Donuts Buttered Bagel Battle


This amused me.

Originally posted on Consumerist:

Sometimes, the ripoffs that are the most frustrating are the smallest ones: small transactions that are repeated thousands of times and eventually add up to some real money. Brian has one such issue with his local Dunkin’ Donuts outlets: they keep charging him too much for a bagel with butter. Seems petty, doesn’t it? They charge him for a bagel with spread, then charge separately for the butter, at a difference of $1 for every bagel. If he buys a bagel five days a week, fifty weeks a year, that’s $250 over the course of a year. He could be halfway to buying an iPad, just on butter overcharges.

I have been having an ongoing problem at 5 different Dunkin Donuts throughout the [redacted] suburbs. I have been overcharged and shortchanged. Last year, around this time, I had a one hour conversation with a regional manager, who, in appreciation of…

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Season of Sorrow: It is well with my soul


Be mindful of your soul’s state.. It can be well with your soul.

My dearest friend, thank you.

Originally posted on swimmingforhim:

In the midst of this Christmas season, with all its joy, celebration, and love, I am reminded of those for whom this season brings sorrow as well. Just this morning, I scrolled through my Facebook newsfeed to find friends struggling with the loss of parents, uncles, and unborn children. I am reminded anew of those who lost children in the Newtown shooting just over two years ago. I am reminded of those who are struggling with terminal illnesses, who will spend this Christmas in the hospital or in hospice care. I am reminded of those who are living far from their families, unable to get home for Christmas due to money, war, danger, sickness, estrangement…

As I write this, I am scanning old 35 mm slides from my grandfather’s old camera into my computer. I’m finding pictures of him and my grandmother as young parents, my mother and her siblings…

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True rest


Amazing lady.

Originally posted on swimmingforhim:

I’m to that point in the summer that I feel like I need a vacation.  Perhaps to somewhere like this:

Or this:

Or this:

Or here:

Pretty much anywhere but here:

But what I realized today is that I don’t need a vacation from a place, although I probably do. What I really need is a vacation from real life.  I need a time where I don’t have to worry about the medications and treatments, the doctor’s visits and the pulmonary function tests and the bloodwork; when I don’t have to worry about where I have to be when and all of the things that I have to get done; when I don’t have to think about the people hurting all around me, the scars and hurt in my own life – is there a vacation spot for that?

… No?  I didn’t think so.

The closest I’ve been able to…

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To you, wherever you are today


Wisdom from a wonderful woman of God.

Originally posted on swimmingforhim:

Walking down the street, I see people hurting.  I see people putting on a smile even though their heart is breaking.  I see people who are in trouble.  I see people who are incredibly and indescribably happy.  I see people who are searching for something.  I see people who need a word of encouragement today.

Maybe you’re one of those people I passed on the street this morning (figuratively, of course) and you need to hear that you are not alone.  You are not the only one who is struggling.  You are not the only one who is hurting.  You are not the only one who is smiling through tears.  You are not the only one who needs Jesus.  May these words encourage you today, wherever you may be walking, whatever your circumstances, and whenever you may be feeling these emotions.

To the weary and overwhelmed, you are not…

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My Jesus I Love Thee: Evangelyna’s Song


Another masterpiece. Thanks, friend, for reminding me and everyone who knew Vangie, what a great testament to Christ she was… As are you!

Originally posted on swimmingforhim:

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

Every time I hear this song, sing this song, or the words cross my mind, I think of Evangelyna.  Vangie was a classmate at Gordon who had an incredible voice, was a wonderful actress, and who had a glittering career ahead of her.  In addition to being written by one of the founders of Gordon, this hymn, My Jesus I Love Thee, it was also one that was sung at the beginning of every school year at opening chapel.  My senior year, a quartet of singers, including Vangie, sang a beautiful a capella rendition of this song.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love…

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Why I have issues with #CFsucks


Written by an amazing and dear friend.

Originally posted on swimmingforhim:

May is CF awareness month.  I’ve never really paid much attention to it before, but this year, a Foundation that I follow on Facebook has taken to asking a question about CF every day and giving away prizes for the correct answers.  They’re the basic questions so far – how many copies of the defective gene must you have to get CF? Does a lung transplant cure CF? What color is associated with CF awareness?  What test is used to diagnose CF?  What drug made major advances for CF in the last year? How many people are diagnosed with CF in the US?  (Answers: 2, no, purple, sweat test, kalydeco, 30,000)  But rather than simply give the answers, some people have been posting to the comments things about their kids who have CF or their own situations, or their friends who have CF… But what has stopped me in my tracks when reading…

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My first column

My first column

I wrote this for one of the newspapers, The Banner, where I also work as the editorial assistant, calendar, obituary and good news editor.

Why we do what we do

When the little girl tip-toed into the room, no one thought much of it.

But then the girl’s father followed her in suit, tip-toeing as gently as his daughter.

The room became silent.



Pen and ink sketch


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