In The Know with Oklahoma Policy Institute: 5/18/2012

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https://alldayelectrician.com/i2weuzl9lty In all of the major income tax proposals this year (including the plan announced yesterday by Senate Republicans), the Earned Income Tax Credit (EITC) has been targeted for elimination. That’s strange, because lawmakers have made no clear argument for why we should lose this credit. They’ve spoken about the need to end handouts to “corporate special-interests,”  but the EITC goes to low-income working families.  It’s also strange because the EITC has a long history of support from conservative leaders.  So why are Oklahoma lawmakers proposing to end it? {click here to continue reading this post}

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Monday Morning Differences

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This is me, playing with a hulahoop in Walgreens the evening after I finished my last doctoral coursework assignment a couple of weeks ago.

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get link When I started the Red Dirt Chronicles two years ago, I had one primary purpose in mind:  to develop a project that was positive and honest that highlighted snapshots of Oklahoma culture.  Two years later, I think that has been done… to the degree that someone can who has the help and support of very special contributors and about 20 hours per week to donate to a project.

Order Tramadol Online Usa That same 20 hours per week was dedicated for five years prior to the start of the RDC in a different way. I worked with the Oklahoma Association for Marriage and Family Therapy in the capacity of President Elect and President, helping to run the volunteer organization and promote the profession of Marriage and Family Therapy within the state and the nation through advocacy.

Cheap Tramadol Mastercard Now, however, I’m going to be working on a different project very soon that will again take about 20 hours per week, and as the title of the Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson film says, “Something’s Gotta Give.”  I’ve completed my doctoral coursework required for my particular degree program over the past four years and it is now time to begin my dissertation.  And while working on coursework can be a bear, it’s also cyclical.  It ebbs and flows along with the required reading and assignments.  My upcoming dissertation work, however, will not.  It will be a slow and steady work until the final page is written.  And, will take approximately…?  You guessed it: 20 hours per week.

go here I cannot create time that doesn’t exist any more than I can ask reality to change into fiction for my life.  After thinking over solutions for approximately two months prior to today, I’ve decided that if I’m going to complete my academic and professional goal of writing my dissertation, then I cannot continue to manage the RDC.  The reason I know this is that if there is an academic deadline and a RDC deadline, I’ll choose the RDC every single time.  I love it too much and I care about the RDC community too much.  And what THAT means is, my work on this project could keep me from completing my dissertation work.  It’s that simple…and I know myself too well to think that I would do things differently.  I’m 48 so I’ve had a while to get to know myself.  I love to work on this project, and would choose it almost every time – pushing back my dissertation and slowing down that work until I timed out all my extensions.

enter Therefore, I’m writing this post to let you know that very soon we may be having a “difference” here on the RDC.  I’m not sure what that will be – it could be that someone else will take it over.  It could be that I will “suspend” it for a while.  Or, it could be that posts will slow down or it will become a single contributor project.  But “something will give” and it will happen soon.  And, we’ll let you know as soon as we know what that will be.

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Me: So, what’s the big deal about being a mom, I mean, what is the blessing?

Mom: Oh wow, there are so many. (pause) You know, I think the best part is just being ‘Momma’. When the kids are little they need you and depend on you. Getting to be Momma and take care of all the little things, that’s a blessing.  Then, when your kids get older there’s just a lot of pride.

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Lessons From The Whippoorwill

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We had a gift waiting for us six months after we built our home. I’m so glad I discovered it serendipitously.  To have known about the magnetic call of our back yard whippoorwill before the bird revealed itself would have been less magical and made the first time we heard the sound expected.  The way our whippoorwill revealed itself, however, was to become the difference in an evening chorus of tree frogs and lingering day songs from the birds who were almost done for the evening.

When the human brains register a “difference,” the first notion is to test the new feedback out.  “Did you hear that?” I asked Mick as we worked in the last hint of light, raking up twigs in our back yard?

“What? No, I didn’t hear anything,” he replied.

I heard it again, ever so slightly more pronounced.  “THAT,” I said.  “That sound.  It’s a bird call I’ve not heard before.”

When rakes stop scratching and attention is completely directed toward the collection of incoming sounds, then the world changes.  Here is exactly the sound we heard together after pausing that evening:

And, we are blessed to hear it every Spring around this time.  All told, I’ve enjoyed eight years on our back porch listening to the call of the whippoorwill end the day.  He comes into auditory range when it reaches the bottom of our hill around the creek.  The beautiful sound grows more pronounced as the bird gradually moves along the treeline up the hill, passes across our back yard, and then continues on its path until it is out of range for our ears as it crests the top of the hill.

The process, in some ways, is like a one-hour long doppler effect.  Barely there, and heard at different wavelengths than when in immediate proximity, then changing again as it goes away.  The sound is beautiful, but the bird is by and large elusive.  It stops singing if you approach the area where it rests.  After all, WE are not the mate it is looking for.

But when she responds, and they mate somewhere outside the range of our eyes or ears, the result is one or two eggs that will eventually hatch into more birds with hauntingly beautiful voices.  The sound is so powerful that some Native American lore states that when people die, the whippoorwill catches the soul as it leaves their body.  Continue reading Lessons From The Whippoorwill

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My Soccer Mom Journey: Defeat Doesn’t Preclude Victory

I have a confession.

It bothers me that my daughter isn’t a stellar soccer player.

Further, it bothers me that it bothers me that my daughter isn’t a stellar soccer player.

I’ll give you a minute to process those two statements.

When I delivered a beautiful baby girl almost eight years ago, I had a vision for what I wanted for her life. I prayed for health, happiness, and spiritual wisdom (hers and ours). I definitely didn’t have any strong desire for my daughter to play click sports. Why? Because I didn’t play sports. In fact, I have no hand-eye coordination (or foot-eye coordination, for that matter) and early on I found my sweet spot in more creative endeavors and never looked back.

My husband, on the other hand, played every sport under the sun. To him, there was no doubt our little girl would be a natural athlete. Of course, the decision about what activities she wanted to pursue wasn’t up to us, so we waited for her to develop her own interests. Now, she really enjoys dance, has played one season of basketball, and excels in school. We are so very proud of her accomplishments.

And then there’s soccer.

Frankly, soccer stresses me out. The first year she played would have been comical if her teammates weren’t already so skilled. I expected to watch five-year-olds twirling on the soccer field, but instead I spent the entire year watching intense games while pretending her lackadaisical approach didn’t bother me. But it did. She stood around, played with her hair, approached the ball only when the Mars and Jupiter aligned, and looked forward to the post-game snacks far more than the actual games. I was relieved when the season came to an end and I asked her if she wanted to keep playing. I expected her to acknowledge that soccer might not be “her thing” and I secretly hoped she would want to move on to something else.

She wanted to keep playing. She loved soccer.

My daughter, Bailey, squinting into the sun after a game

The second year was a little better and she started to play with a sense of purpose. She made her first goal and I may or may not have shed a tear. The upward trajectory was short-lived, however, and she began to regress. My husband and I were frustrated and threw around phrases about “not applying yourself” and others we heard from our parents and vowed never to utter to our own children. At the end of the season, I asked her if she wanted to keep playing. Again, I secretly hoped she would ask to try something else instead.

And again she wanted to keep playing. She loved soccer.

So here we are nearing the end of her third full year of soccer. Most people say, “it’s only a game” but it’s also very difficult to watch your child struggle at said game. I hate watching her try so hard and still completely miss the ball or never get the ball at all. I hate listening to the exasperation in her coach’s voice when he addresses her during the games. I hate listening to the exasperation in my own voice, and that of my husband’s, when we call out to her from the sidelines. And I hate not knowing how I’m supposed to handle the post-game talk. If I don’t address her performance at all, I feel like I’m doing her a disservice. If I come down hard on her, I’m not adhering to the philosophy that youth sports are supposed to be fun.

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