Her’s Day Thursday

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This week on Facebook, my newsfeed has been filled with a lot of sad, depressing, anger-inducing stories. I was going to address one today, but I have so many emotions over it that I don’t think I could get through it. Instead, I’d like to focus on a happy story. A story about a young girl who is making a positive impact on her community.


This is Khloe. Khloe is a 9-year-old philanthropist living in southern California. Khloe and her mom walked to school together everyday and would pass the same group of homeless people. One day she asked her mother what they could do to help. That’s when Khloe came up with a plan.

She knew that the people living on the streets needed basic necessities (food, hygiene items, etc.) but didn’t want to stop at that. She realized that these folks needed a way to keep all of their few possessions together. plastic grocery sacks were too flimsy; they could break and their belongings would scatter everywhere. Khloe didn’t have enough money to buy backpacks for everyone, so with the help of her mother and grandmother, Khloe started sewing durable bags.


She filled the bags with shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrushes, tampons, and anything else she could think of. Then, on her and her mother’s daily walks, she’d pass them out.

Khloe has not only inspired those in her community to help out, but businesses as well. Khloe is planning a toy drive and Taco Bell has agreed to donate food, Zappos.com will be donating shoes, and people from all over will donate toys for children in need.

You can donate at this GoFundMe page and check out more info on Khloe’s website, here!

Way to go, Khloe! You truly are an amazing young woman!


Writer Wednesday

Here lately, I’ve been struggling to think of things to blog about. There are a lot of things happening in the world, but most of them are political. And I don’t do politics. Mostly because I probably disagree with a large number of people and I don’t have the time or energy to deal with the inevitable foolishness of those that want to make personal attacks via the interwebs.


So while I was cleaning the other day, I came across a book I literally haven’t picked up since I bought it FOUR years ago:

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This book has pages and pages of writing prompts, ideas, quotes, and inspiration for writing. And I thought: “Hey! Why not do a feature each week with a short story? This will give me something to blog about and keep my writing skills up to snuff!”

That’s exactly what I’ve decided to do. Every Wednesday from henceforth will be: Writer Wednesday. I’ll pick a prompt from the book and write a short story for your amusement (or chagrin).

Let’s get to it! Today’s prompt is:

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He helped me into the car. I didn’t know where we were going. I was excited at first; this mysterious trip had obviously been planned for a while. I saw him on the phone, talking softly into the receiver a few days back. He caught me looking at him and flashed me a grin. Surely we were going to a wonderful locale.


He didn’t take me on too many trips. We normally just stayed home. I think he was a little embarrassed by me. I couldn’t blame him; there were some things I had done in public that most people wouldn’t dare do. I didn’t care what other people thought of me, though. He loved me and I stood by him, for better or for worse.


We piled into the car. He turned the radio on and started singing, patting me on the shoulder when I looked at him. It was a nice out, so he rolled the window down. He knew how much I loved to feel the wind whipping through my hair. I breathed in deep. I loved the smells of summer. I could actually taste the burgers someone was grilling a few blocks away. My stomach growled; when had I eaten last?


We drove for what felt like forever. The scenes were vaguely familiar; like I had been this way before. I started to get a little anxious—where were we going? I looked over at him for answers. He said nothing, just smiled at me and rubbed my cheek. His touch soothed me, so I relaxed a little. I closed my eyes and let the wind rush over me.


Suddenly, I felt the car stop. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see where we were. I let out a moan as I made out the letters on the sign:


“Dr. Spool, Veterinarian.”