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Mabel Delong Strickland was born in January 1899 in Walla Walla, Washington. She learned to ride at the same time she learned to walk. It is no small wonder because her father was a boot maker who introduced her to the world of horses, cowboys and rodeo. She had a natural ability with horses and upon her graduation from Walla Walla high school she began her rodeo career and was sponsored by a local horse breeder, George Drumheller. Her riding career actually began in 1913 wi

It was love at first listen. I have been completely enamored and captivated by Pentatonix. There music just gives me chills. I was curious about the only female in the group and decided to find out more about her. Kristin "Kristie" Taylor Maldonado was born in May 16, 1992, in Fort Worth, Texas. Her mother is Spanish/Italian and her dad is Mexican. She attended Holy Rosary Catholic Grammar school and Martin High School, graduating in 2010. Her mother, Angelica, recognized

Today would have been Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's 91st birthday. On this day we remember his incredible contributions to society and also celebrate activist Coretta Scott King who fought to keep her husband’s legacy alive -- "Struggle is a never-ending process. Freedom is never really won, you earn it and win it in every generation."

Elia Wilkinson Peattie was born in Kalamazoo, Michigan, in 1862. She grew up in a home without books and had to drop out of school at age thirteen to help her father in his job-printing office, then at fifteen go home to assist her mother with the children and housework. When she was very young her family relocated to the outskirts of Chicago where her father built their new house by hand. In 1883 she married Robert Peattie who was a reporter for the Chicago Times. The cou

She was named a Living Legend. She was. She is one of my very favorite artists. I am fortunate to have seen her perform a couple of times live and once, while live, in an impromptu venue. I was in Provincetown MA (one of my happy places) back in the late sixties. My friend, Barb, and I were walking out of town, on Main Street, going back to the boarding house where we had a room for the weekend. I remember so vividly walking along chatting, and stopping dead in our tracks

TEACHINGS OF THE WILD WOMAN Have you ever wondered how you managed to end up in such an odd family as yours? If you have lived your life as an outsider, as a slightly odd or different person, if you are a loner, one who lives at the edge of the mainstream, you have suffered. Yet there also comes a time to row away from all that, to experience a different vantage point, to emigrate back to the land of one’s own kind. Let there be no more suffering, no more attempting to figure