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Short Story—Fiction | Barb's Imagination

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The Kool Lemon Schwinn Sting-Ray Bike. Jamie’s train of thought continued as he tossed papers onto the front porches of the houses on his route. Mr Bentley, I just gotta have that bike. Can you just hold it for me while I earn the rest of the money to pay you for it so no one else can buy it? Mr Bentley scrutinized him over the top of his glasses before he answered. Can’t do that, boy. Wish I could, but I gotta business to run. Hi, Mrs. Thompson. Jamie struggled to keep his voice level as he look...I’ll ...

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It’s All Relative, When It’s A Relative | I'm Going To College!

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I'm Going To College! 4 out of 5 college students recommend this WordPress.com site. It’s All Relative, When It’s A Relative. Did I not get a decent pension? What did I need education for, it is not like I will ever have to get a job again? Why can’t I just enjoy retirement like a normal person? It strikes me as odd that this particular professor felt that his time was wasted on me. When college is focused on the job market, how effective is the education? October 23, 2012. Higher education for seniors.

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ellebassetti – elle michelle

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Because picking up a pen isn't painful and ink can be cheap medicine. And I just might live. I had gotten home to our tiny home after I had just attended my last spouse coffee. It was my last because on the drive home I told myself that was it- never again. I wished I could walk inside and trip over size 12 boots. I wished I could walk inside our home and hear the sound of the NBA playoffs and hear him say hey baby how’d it go tonight? I tried to process the evening. I knew a few things. I miss my other ...

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Where the wind comes sweeping down the ‘planes’…. – elle michelle

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Because picking up a pen isn't painful and ink can be cheap medicine. And I just might live. Where the wind comes sweeping down the ‘planes’…. We got a call early Monday morning from Zach’s mom. It was a sad call. Zach’s grandmother had passed away in the night. Not three hours later we were booking flights to Oklahoma City and trying to process the news we just received. Zach got on a plane the next day and got to OKC safely. What does that even mean? We finally got a flight out the next day in the afte...

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Hello, Sunday Afternoon | Barb's Imagination

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Hello, Sunday Afternoon. May 4, 2013. This is the beautiful meadow I see from the window over my desk. I frequently see turkey crossing it. It’s a nice, relaxing view! As I take a break on this stressful Sunday afternoon and gaze out over the small, tree-lined meadow I see from my desk, I contemplate what Sunday afternoons will be like after I graduate. Instead, it’s a question I ponder: Will my life return to some semblance of normalcy after graduation? I asked my friend Helle. But, I will also be excit...

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So, Your Last Name is Kolb? | Barb's Imagination

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So, Your Last Name is Kolb? October 14, 2013. 8220;So, your last name is Kolb? 8220;Are you related to Josh? 8220;Um, yeah. He’s my son.”. 8220;I know Josh. I played football with him in high school.”. 8220;Cool.”. 8220;Cool” may have slid out of my mouth at that moment, but it wasn’t what I was thinking. While my husband was watching. And my husband was watching. Not a Kodak moment. Not even close to one. So the next time a young, blonde, muscular male nurse asks me, “So, your last name is Kolb? Click t...

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Magazine Layout | Barb's Imagination

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This magazine layout was a class assignment that included our personal writing. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. May 4, 2013.

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Degrees of Change | Barb's Imagination

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March 2, 2013. My degree has changed me, but not completely! If you had a degree, would it change you? This question was posed by a child actor in an online pop-up ad distributed by Ashford University. My answer to that question? Most definitely. Earning a degree has changed me. Five years ago my quest for a college degree began with an interview with Dean Flowers. He was the associate dean for Waukesha County Technical College’s graphic design department. Newspaper, Habitat for Humanity. Click to email ...

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Branding | Barb's Imagination

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Branding is such an important part of working with clients. It’s more that just designing a logo for a company. It involves communicating that client’s goals, mission, purpose, and more across all marketing venues. That may include print, web, and social media. Good branding creates a consistent look and feel that is easily recognizable. In an advanced graphic design class, I was given a very open-ended assignment. Therefore I approached Andy Rogers, the owner/technician of His Auto. Click to email (Open...

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Personal Memoir | Barb's Imagination

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Lessons from My Front Porch. My earliest memories of time spent on the front porch are of playing chasing my younger sister, Paula, back and forth along the top of the front wall. We were probably five- and six-years old. Small enough to pass each other on the wall, yet big enough to maintain the balance needed to scamper like two squirrels on a tree limb. How was work today? Mom asked Dad as she slowly glided back and forth in the swing, marking time with the gentle cadence of the evening breeze. If I m...