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Ruth Moore
Ruth Moore (1903–1989) was an important Maine author of the twentieth century. She is best known for her honest portrayals of Maine people and evocative descriptions of the state. Now primarily thought of as a regional writer, Moore was a significant literary figure on the national stage during her career. Her second novel Spoonhandle spent fourteen weeks on the New York Times bestseller list in the company of George Orwell, W. Somerset Maugham and Robert Penn Warren. In her time, Moore was hailed as "New England's only answer to Faulkner".[1]
Moore's family first settled the Maine midcoast region in the late 18th century. She was born in 1903 on Gotts Island, a small island just off the southwestern tip of Mount Desert Island, Maine.[2] Moore attended Albany State Teacher's College (now SUNY Albany). In 1926, Moore moved to New York City where she worked as personal secretary to Mary White Ovington, one of the founders of the NAACP. Ovington had spent many summers at her brother's cottage on Gotts Island and had gotten to know the Moore family. In 1929 Moore accepted a position as Assistant Campaign Manager with the NAACP working directly for the organization's head James Weldon Johnson. In the summer of 1930, she traveled to the south as an NAACP investigator, where she successfully unearthed evidence that led to the freeing to two African American youths falsely accused of murder.[3]
Moore's first published work, a poem "Voyage", appeared in a 1929 issue of the Saturday Review of Literature. Moore returned to Maine in late 1930. She briefly attended the University of Maine, before returning to New York City. From 1932-1935, Moore worked as assistant to Dr. John Haynes Holmes, a prominent minister and associate of Ovington's. In 1935, the novelist Alice Tisdale Hobart hired Moore. She moved with the Hobarts, first to Washington, D.C., then to Berkeley California.
During a visit to Maine in 1940, Moore's sister introduced her to Eleanor Mayo. Mayo accompanied Moore on her return to California with the intention of attending the University of California. The two would remain together until Mayo's death from a brain tumor in 1981. Moore and Mayo moved back to the East Coast in 1941. After a brief stay on Gotts Island, the couple moved to New York City. Moore quickly found a job at Reader's Digest. Moore's debut novel, The Weir, was published in 1943. Her story "It Don't Change Much" was published in The New Yorker in 1945.
In 1946, Moore followed her earlier success with her sophomore novel, Spoonhandle. She sold the film rights to 20th Century Fox. The film, retitled Deep Waters, was filmed on location in Vinalhaven, Maine and released in 1948. The sale of Spoonhandle gave Moore the financial success she needed to return to Maine. She and Mayo purchased land on the west side of Mount Desert Island and set about building their house. Though the couple traveled extensively, they never again moved away from their beloved Maine.
Moore died in nearby Bar Harbor in December 1989.
The regional label[edit]
For much of her literary life, Moore resisted being classified as a "regional" author. In a 1980 letter to author Sandford Phippen, she described "regional" as one of only two dirty words — the other being "interview". In the same letter, she stressed her belief that Maine "is a microcosm of everywhere else."[4] Editor Sven Davisson writes in the introduction to Foley Craddock, "[Moore] was a regional writer only in the sense that one could call Faulkner regional, in that he wrote of his 'postage stamp of soil.' Both writers had the gift of capturing the universal in the local... A novel about New York City or Chicago is ever and always about New York City or Chicago, while a novel about Maine or Jefferson, Mississippi, in adept hands, could be about any place in the world."[5]
Assessment of her writing[edit]
Though lauded by the middlebrow reviewers of the New York Herald and Saturday Review, Moore drew carefully measured and mixed reviews from the more stringent New York Times. Eventually the Times quit reviewing her books after it became apparent that Moore was never going to reach the full potential shown in her first two novels. Her book sales came, for the most part, from the second-tier book clubs and through serialization in magazines with a readership drawn from lower-middle class housewives. Her book sales diminished appreciably within her lifetime, and Moore was eventually dropped by her publisher. Today her books are re-printed by a small press in Maine, and her books are often sold in Maine souvenir shops to tourists; thus, leading credence to the assertion that Moore was a Maine regional writer. However, regional writing 50 years ago was a subset of the romance genre, and as such would not accurately describe her work as the regional label would today. While her strengths rested in her masterful descriptions of Maine's impressive coastal area, Moore often veered close to hyperbole, and her metaphor usage could on occasion become confusing and bordered on unintentional self-parody. Moore's writing style was flawed by uneven character development and depth, and, tellingly, while her works were originally intended in the 1940s for an adult audience, her novels became more popular a decade later with female teen readers. This is not to say that Moore's writing has no value for the modern reader, only that like other middlebrow writers of her era, John O'Hara comes to mind, her ego and self judgment of her writing far exceeded what she was capable of producing. Unlike O'Hara, Moore did not receive any major national writing award. Moore's work compares favorably to John Steinbeck or Alice Tisdale Hobart (Moore's former employer), but not to Kathleen Norris or William Faulkner.
- The Weir (1943) ISBN 978-0-942396-48-5
- Spoonhandle (1946) ISBN 978-0-942396-49-2
- The Fire Balloon (1948) ISBN 978-0-942396-78-2
- Candlemas Bay (1950) ISBN 978-0-942396-70-6
- Jeb Ellis of Candlemas Bay (1952)
- A Fair Wind Home (1953)
- Speak to the Winds (1956) ISBN 978-0-942396-54-6
- A Walk Down Maine Street (1960) ISBN 978-0-942396-56-0
- Second Growth (1962)
- The Sea Flower (1964)
- The Gold and Silver Hooks (1969)
- "Lizzie" & Caroline (1972)
- Dinosaur Bite (1976)
- Sarah Walked Over the Mountain (1979)
- Cold As a Dog and the Wind Northeast (1958)
- Time's Web (1972)
- The Tired Apple Tree (1990) ISBN 978-0-942396-59-1
- High Clouds Soaring, Storms Driving Low: The Letters of Ruth Moore (1993) ISBN 978-0-942396-66-9
- When Foley Craddock Tore Off My Grandfather's Thumb: The Collected Stories of Ruth Moore and Eleanor Mayo (2004) ISBN 978-0-942396-92-8
Short Fiction and Essays[edit]
- "Pennies in the Water," The American Girl July 1942
- "The Ladies from Philadelphia," Harper's Bazaar August 1945
- "It Don't Change Much," The New Yorker October 1945
- "Farmer Takes a Newspaper," The Saturday Review of Literature July 1948
- "The First Christmas Spent in the House Ruth Built," Boston Sunday Post December 1963
- "The Lonely of Heart," Puckerbrush Review 1989
- "How Come You're Picking My Violets," Tuesday Weekly
- "Some Notes On Clerks of the Works," Bar Harbor Times
- "St. Columba's Mission," Ashé Journal 3(2) Summer 2004
- ^ When Foley Craddock Tore Off My Grandfather's Thumb, Blackberry Books, 2004.
- ^ Homesick For That Place: Ruth Moore Writes About Maine
- ^ Richard Hallet, "Spoonhandle Comes Back To Maine", Portland Sunday Telegram, October 5, 1947.
- ^ High Clouds Soaring, Storms Driving Low: The Letters of Ruth Moore, Sandford Phippen, editor, Blackberry Books, 1993, p. 371.
- ^ Foley Craddock, p. xiv.
External links[edit]
- Creepy, Short story from Foley Craddock
- Rocks and The Offshore Islands, Two poems
- Collected Opinions, Short poem
- St. Coumba's Mission, Short story
- Ruth Moore Archeological Site, Abbe Museum


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1 Now it came to pass on the third day that Esther put on her royal apparel and stood in the inner court of the king's house, opposite the king's house; and the king sat upon his royal throne in the royal house, opposite the gate of the house. | 1 On the third day Esther put on her royal robes and stood in the inner court of the palace, in front of the king's hall. The king was sitting on his royal throne in the hall, facing the entrance. |
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6 The king and his troops marched on Jerusalem against the Jebusites, who inhabited the territory. The Jebusites said to David, "You'll never get us in here! Even the blind and the lame will beat you back!""David will never enter here," they said to each other. | 6 The king and his men marched to Jerusalem to attack the Jebusites, who lived there. The Jebusites said to David, "You will not get in here; even the blind and the lame can ward you off." They thought, "David cannot get in here." |
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Moist, delicious cake that your friends won't know is healthier for them than the regular version! My mother-in-law made this for my birthday, based on a regular recipe with Splenda substitutes and adding a box of sugar free pudding to keep moisture in the cake. Submitted by TNLORI Carbs: 22.1g | Fat: 3.2g | Fiber: 0.8g | Protein: 2.3g | Calories: 126
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17 All the nations are as nothing before him; they are esteemed by him less than a cipher, and vanity. | 17 Before him all the nations are as nothing; they are regarded by him as worthless and less than nothing. |
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Which skill in Gaige's Little Big Trouble do you think is best? - Results (45 votes)
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The Stare
2.22% (1 votes)
Strength of Five Gorillas
2.22% (1 votes)
Electrical Burn
6.67% (3 votes)
Shock and AAAGGGGHHH!
13.33% (6 votes)
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Wires Don't Talk
44.44% (20 votes)
Interspersed Outburst
26.67% (12 votes)
Make it Sparkle
4.44% (2 votes)
Other (between More Pep, Shock Storm and Evil Enchantress)
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I really like this tree, so it's hard for me to choose a skill. Interspersed Outburst is great, even with only 1 point in it. One Two Boom is pretty awesome as well. --- http://img356.imageshack.us/img356/8325/scrunchface2copyfx0.png http://www.xboxlc.com/cards/default/alle5.jpg | |
Wires don't talk. AKA: The only real reason to go down this tree. --- GT: SevenDeadIySin | |
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I had to vote Wires Don't Talk. Bonus to shock AND electrocute damage? With Teslas as my answer-to-everything grenades, I say yes, please. If I weren't inclined to vote for the obvious winner, I'd have gone with Shock and Blarg. Reloading just isn't the same anymore after you've had that shock burst. And maybe I'm 'doing it wrong' but with a Jakobs shotgun, if my shot just failed to kill an enemy, I run up to them to let the reload shock finish them off. Free damage that doesn't cost ammo. --- It's raining luggage and babies and limbs and Daddy doesn't come home. | |
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Wires don't talk is the reason i went into this tree. I like that it improves all electrical attacks especially with the class mod that increases team elemental damage and an electrical dmg relic. Combine it all with electric burn, close enough, anarchy stacks, and the Chulainn SMG quest reward and you literally melt faces... --- Fact because it's science. ============================================== |
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Though Stony Knoll Vineyards' first harvest didn't take place until 2002, the winery's 48 acres of cropland have been part of the Coe family since 1896, making it a North Carolina Century Farm. For most of that time, the land yielded tobacco, but now, under winemaker Lynn Crouse, its two vineyards grow grapes for 12 wines. That selection ranges from two cabernet francs to the signature SKV Plantation White, a dessert wine fashioned from handpicked chardonnay grapes.
Samples abound inside Stony Knoll's tasting room, which is nestled high in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, overlooking the scenic vines below. Elsewhere on the picturesque estate, Stony Knoll hosts weddings and overnight guests in its Wine Lodge. The lodge, which was built in 1860, was originally a rural homestead, but it now offers modern amenities for its guests, including a two-person jacuzzi and flat-screen TVs.
In 40 years, Hinnant Family Vineyards has had time to grow 87 acres of muscadine grapes that have been turned into succulent wines, some as old as the vineyard itself. While the wines are the specialty, the team also opens its gate to visitors seeking to learn about winemaking, picnic on the wraparound porch, celebrate their weddings, or attend a summer music festival.
While in Sonoma on business in 1992, tech entrepreneur Max Lloyd fell in love with the fermented grape. Though his father and grandfather had been in the business of winemaking, it wasn't until his encounter with California-grown, European-style varietals that he resolved to dabble in the family trade himself. Launched as a part-time project in Virginia and transplanted to its current location in 2001, Grove Winery and Vineyards culls its grapes from two estate vineyards that span more than 70 acres in addition to a handful of local vineyards. The staff meticulously handpicks the grapes and gently presses them with a basket press to yield their fresh milk.
Creeping across a 5-acre swath of the Haw River Valley, 16 varieties of grapevines sprout from fertile, sandy soil, twisting their leafy arms around trellises and soaking in the lush, grape-growing climate. Benjamin's artisan enophiles hand pluck each of the muscadine, french, and hybrid grapes that blanket this vineyard. The grapes are escorted into the afterlife inside fermenting barrels where they live on as red and white wines for every taste—from dry dinner varietals and sweet country classics to seasonal bouquets. The whole creative process is observed by spectating visitors who wind through the idyllic facilities on self-guided tours—often including picnics on the winery's covered porch, or perusals of of local art at the gift shop.
As an ecofriendly facility, Benjamin Vineyards & Winery employs sustainable practices, such as composting agricultural products, recycling bottles and other reusables, and growing plants with nightly bedtime reading instead of pesticides.
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At any given time, the Rioja! WineKeeper's handsome wooden casing houses 12 bottles in a temperature-controlled setting. These conditions keep the wines fresh and result in a full-flavored pour. A quick flick of the tap and a crisp white or bold red streams into Riedel crystal, the only glassware used at Rioja! A Wine Bar. Between these sophisticated pouring and storing methods, and the sheer immensity of the full selection—some 800 wines—Rioja!'s dedication to the appreciation of wine is palpable.
Their tapas menu was designed with elegant pairings in mind and—much like playing "spin the bottle" at the UN—highlights flavors from around the world. Prosciutto bruschetta, stuffed dates, and a chorizo and manchego plate show off the kitchen's Mediterranean leanings. South African-style jerky, on the other hand, indicates a willingness to infuse an Old World dining tradition with New World recipes. The bartenders also keep a healthy selection of craft beers from brewers such as Bell's, Duck Rabbit, and Founders.


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Since the passage of the Affordable Care Act, 110,000 Iowans have enrolled in Medicaid through the Iowa Health and Wellness Plan. The income threshold for those eligible went from 100 percent of the poverty level, to 138 percent.
CEO of the Iowa Hospital Association Kirk Norris talks with Morning Edition about how Medicaid expansion has affected Iowan hospitals.
Clay Masters: It's Morning Edition on Iowa Public Radio. Good Morning. I'm Clay Masters.
More than twenty states have refused to expand Medicaid under Obamacare, leaving many Americans below the poverty line with few health insurance options. Some states are coming up with their own low-income health plans which would give them some of the federal money set aside for Medicaid expansions while writing their own rules. Federal authorities approved Iowa's alternative proposal. As Iowa Public Radio's Clay Masters reports… the rest of the country is taking note.
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Republicans in the Iowa House say they hope to offer an alternative to Republican Governor Terry Branstad's plan for insuring thousands of low-income Iowans. It's part of the negotiating on health care, which is delaying adjournment of this year's legislative session.
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The Democratic-controlled Iowa Senate wants to expand Medicaid in the state. Republican Governor Terry Branstad does NOT and has introduced his own plan. Medicaid is the joint federal-state healthcare program for low-income people. As Iowa Public Radio's Clay Masters reports the Republican-controlled House held a public hearing on the Senate's expansion bill Tuesday night.
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By Brett Gitzel
September 13, 2012
Brett is a freelance writer, filmmaker and a lover of hockey. He lives in Asia with his wife and two sons. You can follow Brett on twitter @brettgitzel.
Many years ago, I was instructed with a group of Bible school peers to venture out into a university campus for street evangelism. As a Christian, this seemed a good thing to do. Yet as an introvert, it was a nightmare. Here I was, out on the street, expected to engage in strangers' lives—when I didn't really like talking to people that much at all.
My highlights of these outreach efforts would include asking a busboy on his break what he thought about the weather and telling another guy that I liked his shoes. Other than that, my time was spent roaming around feeling nervous and awkward about what I had to do.
Evangelism became my greatest fear. I went over all of the angles as much as I could. Still, I could never come up with anything natural to say, as going out to talk to strangers seemed very unnatural to me.
Initially, I wanted to change. I had people pray for me to be "bold" and to "step out of my comfort zone." I was going to kill my reclusive personality. After all, the world was perishing. I kept going out every week, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to participate in the outreach. I had seen the need in the world, and the world saw my failure to meet that need. I was frustrated and angry with myself for failing so miserably.
This anger wasn't just directed at myself but at the methods we were using to share the Gospel. All of the Bible tracts, street preaching, door-knocking and stranger-talk stuff overwhelmed me. The streets our organization would hit up had become a Gospel-distribution center, where we were trained to be master marketeers. The goal was to get all of the information out there, no matter what it took, and hope that the people would somehow respond to it. It was the kind of system that some people can thrive in, but for me, I felt out of place.
Did I need to become a complete opposite version of myself to share the Gospel?
What can one do in the face of this contradiction? Did I need to become a complete opposite version of myself to share the Gospel? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I was depressed—convinced I was a failure, letting God down with my inaction. After letting the guilt bother me for quite some time, I decided to give up. What good was it for me to feel this way? What help could I possibly offer to others?
The first thing I needed to do was remind myself of who created me, who I was, and what I could be. I was reminded that God had put His signature on me, not on who I could be. I started to denounce the lies and replaced them with the truth: I was made with specific intentions, and God could do great things through me if I would embrace them. I needed to break through the guilt and get on with living.
I had to learn that, in fact, I do like talking to people—I just don't like talking to strangers. I love discussion, especially about faith and theology. If someone wants to discuss beliefs, or hockey, or movies, I could literally talk for hours I just can't force it on them. Believe me, I've tried to start a forced conversation about hockey and people just aren't interested.
Introverts also have the advantage in that listening is a huge part of having a conversation. A lot of people like to hear the sound of their own voice in a world in need of more listeners. Not being great talkers automatically puts introverts in a great position to listen. Everyone has a story to tell, and the Church needs to have open ears to hear what people are saying. Everything is sacred—there are no irrelevant conversations, and God can use all situations for the purposes of His Kingdom.
Not being great talkers automatically puts introverts in a great position to listen. Everyone has a story to tell, and the Church needs to have open ears to hear what people are saying.
Of course, being challenged is a good thing. It can benefit us to step out and go beyond what we thought we could. Yet that risk needs to be more than just trying to do things that you don't want to do. We also need to break out of all of the preconceived ideas of ourselves and who we "should" be in order to embrace the person God made us to be. For most of us, being comfortable in ourselves is a risk in itself.
When we become comfortable with who we are, no matter what our personality type is, or where our interests lie, we can become more honest in our evangelism. If you don't feel natural approaching strangers to talk about the Gospel, try another approach more suited to your personality and gifts. What's your element—that place that fuels you in joyful energy? Find it, and connect with people there. Your joy will make people notice, and perhaps open up opportunities to share Christ's love. The world hates fakers, and the last thing you want to do is present Christ in a way that is perceptibly fake or forced.
If you're shy, then stay that way. Work with it. Accept your unique make-up and learn to laugh at yourself instead of wishing you were different. But whether you're an introvert, extrovert or somewhere in between, continue to cultivate relationships—which are an integral part of obedience in the faith. If you don't think that you can answer the call to evangelism, then perhaps go out and offer to cut your neighbor's lawn, babysit their cat or do some other service that might be helpful to them.
It all comes down to doing what you love to do. God needs us all to do our own unique part in reaching out to the world. There are too many people out there "doing work" for Jesus instead of being joyful for Him. As an anti-social homebody, I say that it's time to embrace the joy. Be yourself, digging inside to find the things in life that you love—and then connect with others from this genuine place. Sometimes the simple things that are on our hearts are the very things that others need to hear about the most.
Maybe you're not the "bold" type, the life of the party or someone who feels comfortable talking out spirituality with strangers. This doesn't mean you're not cut out for Kingdom work. If you're an introvert, you can take pride in the rich Gospel mission Paul talks about in 1 Corinthians 9:22: "I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means I might save some."
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I always felt the same way. I even hated when the pastor talked about that kind of thing because I felt guilty that I wasn't out there winning souls.
I'm an introvert, too. God didn't gift me with being good in a room. He gave me the ability to listen and to form relationships with all kinds of people. I hope, like the author says, people see joy and feel loved after we spend time together. Maybe my writing about people of faith living in the real world will make God attractive.
People want relationships, not a salesman who says amen with you and is off to the next target. God made up like that.
As an introvert, I most definitely agree with you. Especially the "winning souls" part. It makes me uncomfortable when we make evangelism seem like we're salesmen, and if everyone doesn't do it the same way with the same passion, then we're not doing anything for God's kingdom. Which is why I loved what you said about making relationships; I think that's where my strength lies. I hope and pray that through relationships, others can see Christ in me and turn to Him. I hate feeling like I'm selling a product. I'd rather people see my life and our relationship and then bring up my religion instead of just handing out tracts and not doing much about it afterwards.
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Ever since I realised that God was more serious about being friends with people than I am, I have found that trusting that God has been involved in peoples lives (waaay) before I get there requires me to listen. When I do, I hear what God has been doing in their life, and my listening allows them to hear it out of their own mouth. I don't need to inculturate it any more than being myself, as Brett has so wonderfullyand clearly said. I don't need to force my agenda or even correct their heresies, that will take time and my own integrated walk alongside. Listening helps me to hear the voice of God in their life and affirm that voice, which they know instinctively, to be that of God. John Wesley called it the 'prevenient grace of God'.
This was great, and I'm really glad it was addressed. However, I hope I'm not sounding particularly negative but I felt a little uncomfortable with the phrase, "don't think that you can answer the call to evangelism". The only issue I see there is that it's not a call to evangelize. It's a command. There is no one incapable of sharing Jesus, with the only exception being if they can't articulate what they believe, and in that instance, I would question if they do believe. By loving the Lord and loving others we share Him with them, out of joy because we know He's better than anything, and those without Him stand condemned. I am an introvert, and the times I have shied away from sharing have been out of fear, which is birthed from (let's just be honest) being ashamed of the gospel and more concerned with what people think than obeying God. I've had to high that because it is sin, not "just who I am". If we are afraid, it's important to know that must change, not be worked around.
Thanks for your thoughts.
First of all, I think that the line "don't think that you can answer the call to evangelism" was an editors choice to tie the paragraph together. My point there was that, we are also commanded to love our neighbours in ways that would include going over to see if they need any help. I find that this kind of attitude is too rare for Christians, and it is a perfect opportunity to share God's love with people. It's practical and, as an introvert, easy to do. Why does evangelism have to be scary, awkward, and intrusive all of the time?
A few people on here have commented that not sharing the gospel = fear. I fear that my point did not come across clear enough. I hoped to open up show that there are many, unique ways to share (cutting the neighours grass can lead to more interactions, etc.) besides the "bold, in your face, direct" approach. I would say that I would hesitate to share in those situations not out of fear but out of embarrassment for how unnatural, awkward and shallow those methods are.
Believe me, I want people to know about Jesus. I also want people to share out of their strengths and not in fear out of an apparent lack of them. We all have strengths. Let's be creative and use them as to reach others.
There is an important dynamic here, though, that I would like to point out. If you are shy and you think that your lack of boldness is based on you being ashamed of the gospel, then how can you not live in fear? As in, every time you neglect to share the gospel in any situation, how can you not immediately think that you are a failure, that you are ashamed, and that God disappointed with you? I've been there. That is not a healthy place, nor is it Truth.
Jesus invested in a small group of people. He spoke in mysterious parables. He seemed to pick his spots, so to speak. He was creative in sharing his father's love.
Could it be that, as introverts, our seeming faults are actually blessings in disguise? As I mentioned, I like to listen to people, I am not into listening to someone and then quickly changing the subject to something that I want to talk. We tend to notice the "odd on out" in groups. Lets invest in those people. I don't know, there are many attributes here that, I am sure, woul cross over to be gifts of extroverts as well. I guess what I mean is, as all people, let's get creative and excited about sharing.
Amen! My sister and I are exactly opposite. She's been a Christian for a few years to my decades. Still, she is comfortable evangelizing to strangers and I'm not. She credits me for encouraging and strengthening her faith which has helped her do that. That's more my gift! Sometimes living the faith is the best way to evangelize. It's important to remember Paul's description of the Body of Christ. We are all different parts and cannot be a Body without each other. I believe God designed us this wayso we would work in community with each other.


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One September evening at midnight I opened my bedroom window and stepped out on to my roof. I was fifteen years old. Earlier that day, I had been given two challenges. One, by my boyfriend Chad, was more a plea: defy my curfew and meet him down the road, just past the entrance Crest Wood Cemetery, where the bridge used to be. It was more of a ruin now, remembered only by those who were old enough to remember the old railroad line. The other was a threat, issued by a local girl named Patricia. She said simply, "Meet me on the bike path, just past Devil's Pit, and come alone."
I breathed in deep, eyes wide, smile wider, and walked confidentially around the roof, past my windows, past my brother's semi-circular lookout, and finally past my parent's room until I hit the ladder. And, down I went. But to which quarry....
Chad would want sex. I wasn't interested sex. It held no allure to me. Not that I was a prude or bound by morals, but my experiences with boys thus far had been rather lackluster. Even with the most attractive boy, afterward, I'd find myself staring up at his bedroom ceiling wondering, is that all there is? The idea of vanilla, teenage groping, quickie-sex with Chad sounded, well...boring.
The closest I had come to any sort of arousal was two weeks ago when Lindsay and I had smoked an entire bag of weed with three older boys in their car as we drove through town. We had met the guys outside of Stewart's, where they were buying gas. Since we did not recognize them, we figured they were from out of town. That's the way it was around here. We all knew each other. They were older. We figured them for nineteen, maybe twenty.
Lindsay sat in the front with the eldest guy, a fellow whose name I didn't catch, but who rocked a full head of Aqua-Net teased late-eighties hair. I was in the back with both a blond and an exceptionally attractive dark-haired boy whose name I also do not recall. Woozy from the pot, but in control, I stretched out between them, taking the blond in my arms and leaning up to kiss him on the lips. Eagerly, he returned my kiss and soon we were frenching right there in the car. Lazily, I spread my legs out over the other boy's lap. As the blond and I made out, he lifted a hand to my breast, a light touch against my apple size bosom. His other hand held against my back, bringing me up deftly to his lips. Surprisingly skilled for a boy his age. We rode on, oblivious to traffic and our fellow passengers in the front seat. If I was getting any excitement at all, it was from the possibility of being seen.
The blond unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and slipped his hand inside fingering against the edge of my bra. When I did not stop him, he undid another button, and then another. Before long, he had my shirt completely open and my bra unhooked. I was completely exposed. We were still in the back seat. Still driving through town. He traced one nipple with his fingers and then the other. I felt movement against my jeans. It wasn't necessary for me to take my eyes off the blond. I knew what was happening. The dark haired boy, who was probably around nineteen, was rubbing his hand against my pussy through my tight jeans. After a few moments, he popped open the top button and went for the zipper. We wore our jeans tight in those days and he couldn't get much further. Still making out wildly with the blond, and enjoying the idea of being on display, I lifted my ass cheeks in the air and brought my legs together a bit to help the dark haired one pull them off. To my surprise, the blond helped hold me up in order to accommodate the other boy.
With both of their help, I freed one leg out of my jeans and panties and hung it down to the side of the seat on the floor so that my legs were now spread open and I was laying on my back fully available to my strangers-partners. Each smiled at me in appreciation and delight. I scooted up a bit to get closer to the blond so that he could suckle my breasts. Lindsay looked back from the front seat and gave me a horrified glance, but I just smiled back and ran my hands through the blond's hair. Meanwhile, the other boy lubricated his index finger generously with his spit and slid it inside of me, while caressing my legs with his free hand. He was not as adept as the blond, but being taken by the two boys so openly was thrilling. Soon, the dark haired boy had two fingers inside of me and was moving them in and out with increasing intensity. He called for the driver to look at what they were doing to me. The poor driver -I never did get his name- nearly ran the car off the road...
Over the blond's head -he was still sucking hard on my tits- I watched the other guy as he continued fingering me, his cock straining against his jeans. Pushing himself against the wall of the cramped back seat, he unbuttoned his pants and his dick sprung forward like a newly freed prisoner. Sensing what was coming, the blond positioned himself behind me so that his hands were wrapped around me, each cupping a breast and propping me up just a bit. His friend spit generously on his hand and lubricated his dick as the blond helped push me toward him. Soon, one boy was fucking me while the other provided resistance on the other side. The three of us were so close together it was almost difficult to tell where one body stopped and the next began.
"Oh Fuck!" The guy inside me groaned...."I'm going to come."
After what seemed like just a few thrusts, he pulled his cock out of me and came hard on my belly and chest.
Almost embarrassed, he quickly pulled up his pants and tried to pull himself together. The blond, however was still feeling the strain of urgency against his jeans. With help from his friend, they turned me around and I allowed him to repeat the process. Soon he was inside of me fucking me hard, lasting a bit longer than his friend. Afterward, he shot cum on top of me, allowing it to land in a puddle with his friend's. Like the brown haired boy, he recovered quickly, dressing himself almost in shame.
I found the whole thing almost silly, but loved the boldness of being naked and covered in cum in a moving vehicle. Instead of putting my jeans back on, I kicked the other leg off and removed my shirt so I was now fully naked.
"Damn," one of the boys said.
After we drove for a bit, we pulled over and the driver got out and opened one of the back doors. Without saying anything the two guys in the back got out and mister metal-head leaned in.
"Let's go outside where we have more room," he said.
"OK" I said.
We were by the side of a country road in Upstate New York that got some traffic, but not a lot. Still naked, I sat on the hood of his car with him leaning into me between my legs. Feeling more daring, I lay back on the hood and spread my legs a little wider, an invitation for him to explore them with his fingers, which he did using first two then three. While he did this, The dark haired boy and blond suckled my nipples and kissed me from either side.
The Aqua-Net lover was much better endowed than his friends and his cock strained hard against the walls of my young pussy. As he thrust into me, I felt my body slide up on the car a bit toward the windshield. I grabbed a hold of his friends to keep from sliding off of the car while he pounded into me. "Oh God... you are hot, girl," he grunted, as he moved in and out. "Shit!"
After a while he tensed up and strained against me before pulling out and allowing his seed to spill out and mix with that with his friends' a top my naked body.
Before we were finished for the afternoon, I let each of them come on me twice, until I was covered like a mummy in a white, sticky film. It was such a wild experience, just being outside in public, used like that for anyone to see. In that way, it was very, very hot.
But.... did it get me off? No.
Sure, I loved the excitement of being exposed. The possibility of being caught. The absurdity of it all. The wrongness of it.
But was I stirred? Turned on? Moved? No.
And so it was, that on that breezy Sunday night in September, when I had two offers -one to meet a potential lover for a rendezvous, and one to meet my enemy for a potential confrontation -I chose the option which held the most promise for a bit of excitement. I walked down my parent's driveway, and the street I where I lived all of my life, past the entrance to Crest Wood Cemetery, through the old bridge long since gone, down the bike path, past the clearing in the woods called Devil's Pit -and just beyond it. There, I waited. For my enemy.
At 2:00pm the previous day, Patricia had confronted me over a game of pinball. To this day, that makes me laugh. Can you imagine such a thing happening today? I even remember the game. It was a crazy set-up based on Wonder Woman, and it stood in the front corner of a convenience store named, I swear to God, Convenience. It was a chain, if you can believe that. I was in there with my friend Sara. Sara and I were not popular girls. We were not unpopular either. I think we were just seen as a bit weird. I got away with it because, along with being a sort of an oddball, I was also, in all modesty, better-than-average-to-very-attractive. Attractive enough to have run with the popular kids if I wasn't, to use their words, nutty.
The things we remember. They all seemed like such assholes then. Of course, they probably weren't. Half were likely just struggling with growing up, or their emerging sexuality, or, perhaps like me, they had raging alcoholics at home to contend with.
So, this was the scene... if you can picture it:
I'm playing Wonder Woman. I am winning and on my fifth ball. I'm facing the scoreboard, which faces the wall, so I am not facing the door. The grocery store door swings open and the bells chime announcing a new customer. That customer is Patricia. On her heals are her two best friends. A girl named Tara, who can easily kick my ass into next week, and a slight little thing named Jennifer. Patricia hates me. She has good reason. In junior high, I had pulled off a series of petty crimes and, not wanting to get caught, blamed the first person I could think of -Patricia, a known troublemaker. It wasn't personal. I just didn't want to get punished.
My eyes are fixed on Wonder Woman. I'm trying for high score. Patricia says something to her friends, points in our direction, and laughs. Then they all laugh. I remember the laughing. It sounds cruel in that way that only kids are able to manage. The friends leave. Now, Patricia is walking toward us.
Sara is a coward. It might sound unkind of me to malign my friend, however, as it happens, it is the truth. It also happens to be important to the story....
Patricia approaches me from behind. Sara gives me no warning and instead steps away allowing Patricia to swing me violently toward her by the shoulder -ruining my chances at high score.
I do not recall what she said next. Here's what I do remember:
We are standing toe to toe. She is taller than I and has said something, making it my turn to speak. I pause, think for a moment, and then calmly say, "Patricia, by the end of this weekend, you will be dead."
Sara, who is crouched behind the gum isle pretending not to hear us, about falls over.
Patricia says, "Sunday night. Meet me on the bike path, just past Devil's Pit, and come alone." And then, almost as an afterthought, "If you have the guts."
That stupid pinball game changed my damn life.
It was quite late by the time I was far enough down the path that I was passing Devils Pit. The path had no lights and the darkness was oppressive. Calling this area a bike path was laughable. It was a small trail and ran from the cemetery on one end to the Martin Luther King housing project on the other with nothing in but woods and hoods in between. They might as well have called it the raping and robbing trail. Honestly, we were idiots to have used it at all, but we were stupid kids then.
She showed.
I think she was surprised I showed.
Patricia was one year older than I. Sixteen to my fifteen and about my build. We were both petite. She was a bit more developed. More of a c-cup on top. Her hair was a light Irish-red and was offset by a pale freckled face which still held a bit of baby-fat. Her eyes were blue. That night her hair was loose around her shoulders. Looking back now, with adult eyes, I have to admit, she was stunning.
It was chilly the way it gets in New York in September. We were both shivering. I'm not sure we really knew what to do then, having both won this game of chicken.
Finally, she asked me if I wanted a cigarette. At the time I smoked, so I said yes. She handed me one and we both laughed, the situation somewhat diffused. Without speaking further, we started walking down the trail a bit and turned into the woods following a foot path toward Devil's Pit. The path into Devil's was narrow with a high hill on one side and a sharp drop on the other making it a comical gauntlet for drunken teenagers on Saturday nights -make it to the end, young one, and you are rewarded with this keg; slip to the side and you break your neck. This night was a Sunday, and no one was around but the two of us.
She asked me who I told about our meet up. I told her the truth, which was that I told no one. She nodded and said the same. When I asked her why she shrugged and said, "I figured you wouldn't show."
I took a drag of my cigarette and said, "So?"
Patricia turned toward me lifting one side of her mouth slightly in a crooked grin and added, "...and it would have been embarrassing if we scrapped and I lost."
I laughed out loud. "You saw this as a possibility?"
"People say you're a bit crazy. Didn't you knife that girl?"
I pulled a joint out of my leather coat, took a hit and offered her one. "Stories of my violence are overrated."
Patricia picked at the remains of a fire pit which must have been made the night before. She reached back and asked for my lighter. With impressive speed, she put together a warm blaze using twigs and left over beer cartons. We sat on large logs next to it and passed another joint, feeling the warmth of a shared high between us.
The conversation went something like this;
"You're not so bad you know," she said, her eyes half open.
I smiled.
"You're pretty," she said.
I raised my eyebrows.
She looked down, studying the log with the intensity of a science project.
"I've got some coke," I said.
She started to cry.
My social skills were lacking. Clearly.
I tried again, "What's wrong?"
She said, "I like you."
I said, "You hate me."
Patricia looked up again, this time directly into my eyes. "Why did you get me into trouble last year?"
I sighed, then met her gaze, "Let it go. I didn't even know you. You're name was the first one I thought of. I didn't care. I don't care. You were just... there."
"So, you don't care. Whatever."
I looked at her. "You're all right."
Just as I was about to ask if she wanted to smoke some more weed or something, she leaned in and kissed me. On the lips.
"Wha-" My mouth was wide open, gaping at her. "What was that?!"
"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head.
We said nothing. Her hand had fallen on mine and I didn't move it.
Patricia kissed me again. This time she moved with feeling and pressed herself against me and -wow- did she feel nice. To my complete surprise, I felt my body responding. Instead of pulling back, I returned her kiss and we started making out with an intensity to rival any teenage couple.
Although she was the initial aggressor, this strange feeling started to fall over me. I had never felt it before. Later, I would realize. It was lust.
I eased a hand behind her head and felt the softness of her hair. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing in halted movement.
"Lay back," I said, easing her back on the grass just behind the logs where we had been sitting.
Her fiery hair fanned back against the ground framing her face. She reached a hand up to touch me, but I leaned back just out of reach. Letting her eyes fall upon me, I took off my leather jacket and tossed it to the side.
Arching back over Patricia, I held myself up with one arm and let the other slowly unbutton her white lacy shirt. First, one button, and then another, slowly unveiling the pale yellow scalloped edge bra she wore underneath. She drew in breath sharply feeling the cool breeze against her nipples, which strained erect against the sheer undergarment.
Putting a hand on either side of her, I leaned in and kissed her once again full on the lips. It was such a rush. So different than anything else I had experienced. After some kissing I nervously moved down toward her delicate bra and, through the semi-transparent material put my lips around her protruding nipples -first one and then the other- before kissing the silky pale skin in between.
She moaned, "Unhook it," and arched her back up slightly.
Delighted and excited, I did, revealing magnificence a top a perfect sixteen-year-old form. Her nipples were pale pink and perfectly round. The breasts themselves were dotted very slightly with freckles matching the ones that accented her face. Finally able to feel them directly, I let my hands run over them caressing from the sides gently as I moved in to kiss her again. As we kissed, I reached under my own breasts and pulled off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra.
Patricia reached up with tentative hands and pulled my nipples toward her mouth gently suckling first one and then the other. Lightly circling them with her tongue and then sucking ...at first lightly and then with a bit more pressure, her teeth giving just a tiny bit of nibble.
With a free hand, Patricia moved down toward my jeans, rubbing me between my upper thighs. The difference between her touch and the clumsy fondling of the dark haired boy was incredible. I longed to see what treasures lay hidden beneath her clothes as well.
"Are we going all of the way?" I asked.
"Why not?" she said.
Doing a cursory look around the woods to make sure we were still alone, we completely stripped. I hopped out of my jeans. She removed her jeans, finished taking off the shirt I had unbuttoned and also removed a lacy scarf she had worn, presumably as protection from the September chill.
Still on top, I smiled at her warmly with feelings I did not recognize. I ran my hands over her breasts, leaned in and kissed them, and then, kissing her all the way down, made my way between her legs.
"Can I touch you?" I asked.
"Ok...." she said. "But I never did this before." Then she added "With a girl."
"I understand," I said. "Me neither. With a girl."
Wondering if I would be turned on or disgusted, I took a deep breath and positioned myself so that my face was level with her pussy. Her legs were bent and spread to the side as if opening for a boy. Her alabaster skin seemed to glow in the night and was covered with just a few reddish hairs. Using two fingers, I eased her outer pussy lips apart. I was amazed at how different she looked than I. But, I was pleased with what I saw and thrilled with the feelings she brought up inside me. Right then, my desire was to take her soft, rosy, cunt lips to my tongue and taste her -which is exactly what I did. She gasped in surprise and pleasure.
"You're wonderful," I said, as I continued to lightly trace around her outer lips with my tongue. With each rotation, she tasted even more sweet and I willed myself to go deeper. Finally, as I moved my tongue toward the hood of her clit, I asked, "Can I put a finger inside of you?"
"Yes," she said, so softly I could barely hear her.
I licked my index finger to get it nice and wet and slowly put it inside of her hooking it very slightly as I entered. She felt fleshy and tight. As I moved in and out, I licked just the side of her hood, to stimulate her the way I would want someone to stimulate me. The way I sometimes touched myself in my bedroom, when I let my thoughts wander.
"Oh God...." she said. "Right there."
The power I felt, causing her to react this way was incredible. I was in complete control over this person.
In and out, I moved my finger bringing it upward and slightly to the side with each inward movement. As I continued, and could feel her tensing, I increased the speed of my tongue movements until I was flicking against her clit with speedy regularity.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried.
Wow! I was going to make this girl come!
With one deep movement I pushed into her while sucking on hard on her hood and suddenly I felt her whole body shake, tense up, and then fall lax to the ground as she said, "Oh my God!"
"Did you come?" I asked, looking up at her splayed out on the ground.
Beaming, she said, "Did I ever!"
Then, staring at me wickedly, she said, "Your turn!"
Here, I have to admit that I was nervous. Not just because of my young age, although of course that was part of it, but because I was not even sure I could have an orgasm with her. You see, I had never formed any sort of meaningful connection with another human being, let alone one so powerful that would allow me to have an orgasm. Sure, I could respond to her touch and appreciate her naked body, but to really let myself go? Was it possible?
I decided to try.
Reversing positions --and roles-- I lay on the soft grass and let her take control. Her touch was pleasant and almost romantic. I remember thinking, if I was going to feel something for anyone, maybe it would be her. She kissed my breasts with perfect, full lips. Her eye lashes brushed against my skin. Her hair fell upon me.
The things one remembers.
Her hands eased my legs apart. Just before she licked me, she looked up and we exchanged the briefest glance. There was a tragic foreboding in her eyes, as if she had just learned something meaningful and now had to make a decision -she wasn't prescient, but maybe perceptive. Still, I smiled. She smiled. We moved forward in our sexual congress...
She was a novice lover but her tongue moved pleasantly inside me coming up against the sides of my cunt, trying its best to give me satisfaction. I put my hands gently in her hair. I arched my head back. I allowed my mind to wander. I counted the stars. I closed my eyes. I closed them tighter.
She sensed it to and moved up my nipples suckling them once again. I breathed in deep and imagined every sexy scenario I could conjure up in my mind. If I tried hard I could almost place her there....almost imagine. I bit down on my lip, my brows furrowed in concentration. Wanting to feel that burst of excitement.
Now, we were lips to lips, french kissing. Hard. I closed my eyes and held her naked body to me, our young breasts pressed together. I stroked her back and once again let my thoughts flow through me. Every image that ever came to me as I masturbated in my bedroom appeared in my mind and I welcomed them. To hell with resisting! With my masturbatory thoughts as my companions, I kissed Patricia with renewed passion and rolled her over, resuming my role on top.
"Oooo," she grinned, "You like it on top."
But she was already gone. I could hear her, but it was like she was speaking from the other side of Plexiglas. Everything she said to me was audible, but didn't register. Instead, her words met an invisible wall, keeping me from from being impacted by any of her emotions. I was lost in a world in which new doors of lusty passion were being thrown open. Like a woman possessed, I moved upon her, roaming her body, feeling her skin, allowing myself to be electrified by this life force moving under me. I was in control.
Her scarf hung clumsy over a log and I grabbed it. Before she could protest I had it wrapped tightly around her neck and was pulling on it. The look in her eyes was startling. I understood, then, what real terror looked like. I had seen the precursors of horror before, in others, when I had done other things. But this was different. There was the unspoken and nonnegotiable component of finality. It wasn't a situation where one could reason, "When this is over, I will..." because one wouldn't.
Patricia was under me struggling, unable to speak, and I was too scared to let up for even a moment.
God! Now, I felt it. This was passion. Patricia's eyes tore into me like fire and her hands reached up to meet mine in a hot struggle. Her knee shot up in a desperate fight for life, and, as it met my cunt, my pussy nearly exploded under the sensation. I thought I'd come right there!
"Holy Shit!" I yelled. So, this is what everyone had been talking about.
I squeezed harder and her face started to darken. Her eyes turning less angry and more pleading. Damn... I was so turned on at this moment. Our young, naked bodies, were right together, flesh to flesh. It was so intimate. Just as much as she was fighting to live, I was fighting for her to die.
For a moment, the scarf slipped and she started coughing, saying "Please.... no" and her words spurred me further. I yanked the scarf as hard as I could leaning back allowing her body to use gravity as leverage against her. Tighter and tighter I pulled, until I thought my arms would break. All the while, I ground my pussy up against her naked leg allowing myself to be stimulated nearly to the point of orgasm.
I was actually going to have my first orgasm! I could feel it.
Her body was shaking violently. The process, which probably didn't take that long, seemed to go on forever. As much as I could I looked into her eyes, trying to catch that exact moment when she stopped being a live person and just ....stopped. And then, right when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, it happened. I felt a warmness rush over me that I never felt before. Patricia had pissed herself and I knew she was dying....was dead... and I was holding on to her broken neck, kissing a still warm, but dead thing... and all the sudden, I felt this heroin like glow emanating from my pussy.
"Wow!" I was actually coming. I let go of the now useless scarf and pulled Patricia's body up against me and just let my orgasm ride over me.
Afterward, I felt a mixture of emotions that is almost impossible to describe. There was an overwhelming sense of relief and release. Knowing that I could feel passion. That it was within me. But there was also an almost crushing sadness at knowing at what cost. And of course, there was fear, of being discovered. It was a lot for a fifteen-year-old to handle.
A few days later, I ran into Sara outside school and she was frantic.
"Holy shit!" she said, grabbing on to me. "You're psychic!"
I stood there, my face blank. "What are you talking about?"
Sara eyes were saucers. "Patricia! She was murdered! You called it!"
"I called it?"
"At Convenience! You said she'd die? Well, she did! Don't you watch the news?"
I said nothing.
"It was THAT NIGHT. She went to meet YOU. Do you know what that means?"
My stomach started to turn.
"It means," Sara continued, as if lecturing a student, "that if you had actually shown up for the fight, you BOTH would have been murdered!"
And so it was, that for the rest of high school I had a reputation as a crazy-witch-quasi-psychic, but was never a suspect. I was never even questioned or looked at by the authorities. Apparently, it is easier to believe that a pretty fifteen-year-old girl can tell the future than it is to believe that she might actually hurt someone.
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MOBILE, Ala. -- Alfred Fincher drew up enough courage to approach Bill Parcells Wednesday for a conversation that Fincher called the best story of his life.
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Bill Parcells on Fincher
Hate to say it, but nice find. Who wouldn\'t want a guy with his character on our team? He has a great attitude and is a \"football\" player. Happy to have him on our team.
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Bill Parcells on Fincher
Wow. Thats cool.
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Growing up in Ontario, Canada MJ was the only child of a single mom. Her passion for the arts ignited at a young age as she wrote adventure stories and read them aloud to close family and friends. The dramatic arts became a focus in high school as an aid to understanding character motivation in her writing. Majoring in Theatre Production in University with a minor in English, she went on to teach both elementary and high school for 10 years throughout Simcoe County.
MJ currently lives with her husband and young son in Caledon, Ontario. She is keeping busy these days running a website to help new and emerging authors that host writing contests and provides avenues for author platform building. MJ also continues to edit and write freelance as she awaits the publication of her first science fiction novel The Chronicles of Xannia: Time's Tempest in the fall of 2014.


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New Del. toll plaza open in time for July 4 travelers on I-95
Story | Jun 30, 2011 | 4:23 PMCould Delaware's infamous toll plaza bottleneck finally have been uncorked? Delaware Department of Transportation officials say they've completed a $32.6 million project — just in time for the July 4 holiday weekend — that will greatly reduce... -
Md., Del. to share information on violent offenders
Story | Aug 18, 2011 | 3:29 PMGov. Martin O'Malley and Delaware Gov. Jack Markell announced Thursday an effort to better share information about violent offenders, adding another jurisdiction to the state's regional partnerships. The new agreement, announced at Salisbury University,... -
Two Governors, Two Styles: Tax Increases In Connecticut, Tax Cuts In Nebraska
Story | Oct 11, 2011 | 3:43 PMIn Nebraska, Republican Gov. Dave Heineman enacted the biggest tax cut in state history, and the state's unemployment rate of 4.2 percent is now the second lowest in the nation. In Connecticut, Democratic Gov. Dannel Malloy enacted the largest tax... -
Governors Malloy, Markell Travel Together To Kuwait, Afghanistan; Two Democrats Love Traveling; Markell Campaigned In Hartford For Malloy
Story | Nov 16, 2011 | 3:57 PMIn Afghanistan this week, they were side by side. In Kuwait, too. Not long ago, Govs. Dannel P. Malloy of Connecticut and Jack Markell of Delaware were together in Hartford as well — to talk about the best ways to create jobs. And a year before... -
Rethinking the food vs. fuel debate
O'Malley did his job — on and off stage
Report: Clinical trials of new medications help create jobs in Maryland
Story | May 18, 2012 | 3:53 PMMaryland has hosted 1,775 clinical trials for new medicines targeting six major chronic diseases since 1999, including 369 that are still in the early stages of recruiting patients, according to a study by two pharmaceutical industry groups released... -
O'Malley becomes regular figure in Sunday talk
O'Malley would veto medical marijuana bill
O'Malley gets it wrong on medical marijuana