It would be 1904 when Father Edward J. Flanagan would arrive to the United States from Ireland. He began his mission in Omaha, Nebraska working with homeless men and he would soon realize that society was doing a great disservice to the children.
Using GoToMeeting to record chats with my fun friends.
I unbox and review the Hemper March box
As COVID extends through communities, many are finding that there can be a severe shortage of Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) where they are. Whether this be a person’s ability to simply order and receive the items (at a fair price) for themselves, or for the multitudes of health care workers finding ever-decreasing quantities in their workplaces, the idea of being without a small amount of extra protection can leave one feeling especially vulnerable.
I came to know cannabis-based products later in life.
Compared to those other folks that I’ve had the chance to meet in these last few years, I don’t have the same level of personal experience that many of my counterparts often do. For me, it would be thanks to a gnarly bout of breast cancer at 38 years old that I began to even consider the concept of cannabis. Out of necessity, I was able to get over my repeated GEN X childhood stigmas, and prohibition-era rhetoric, and get over them quickly.
When it comes to growing older, and seemingly (hopefully) wiser, I find that there are very few things worth really paying attention to. Looking back over life, I can see the evolutionary moments along the path, and I see a more deliberate present.
Stephanie Johnson was 38 when she was diagnosed with stage 3 triple negative breast cancer in September 2011. After learning that she had the BRCA1 gene mutation, which can greatly increase your risk of getting breast and ovarian cancers, Johnson had chemotherapy followed by a double mastectomy and oophorectomy (removal of her ovaries).