Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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EEKSQUEEK MCGEEKBEEK
Not so many years ago, my son Caleb and his wife Robin were talking about the hockey draft, which was a usual conversation in their home. Caleb has been a hockey fan his entire life. He told Robin, that an up and coming Hockey player from Ireland, Eeksqueek McGeekbeek was being drafted by the Minnesota Wild. As Robin was looking skeptical, Caleb then said that the players Gaelic name is Aacksquake McGaakbake. Can you imagine? Still the suspicious look, so he then mentioned the Hawaiian football draft players Jahlani Tavai, Solo Vaipulu, Eperone Moananu, all linebackers and Troy Aumua Polamalu, a strong safety.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Humans
Sponsorship
Most people look for a sponsor to support their efforts in fundraising for their business, for helping them to be a success as an athlete, to help to promote them or their goals. My experience with sponsorship came when I first went to a family group to get support for my family trouble. I enjoyed having a sponsor right away and I have had several since 1978 when I first started in that recovery program. I am now a woman in long term recovery and what that means is I have had no alcohol or drugs for 41 years and I have been in that family program for 43 years. I have sponsored many in both programs. Never as well as I have been sponsored and never have they received as much as I have by sponsoring them!! Much of the programs I have attended are anonymous and so I thought I might show the anonymity in the picture above. Now days masks do the same thing.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Psyche
The Mystery of the Orbs
I am walking down the hall when I see a faint light ahead. Did I leave a light on in my bedroom? I must have. Here I am and there is no light on, so where is the light coming from? As I look around it gets lighter and I still don’t see where the light is coming from. What is going on I say out loud. Behind me, my girlfriend is just now coming into the room and she says, “The lights are above you”. As I look up I can see what she is talking about. Small orb like lights are above us and are lighting up the room, and just like that they are gone again. “Did you see that?” I ask no one in particular.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
