I saw a dog one day, as I walked down the block, taking my exercise for the day.I saw a dog one day, chained in my neighbor’s yard.I jogged past a dog one day, hearing his bonds clink as he trottedTo the edge of his confinement to sniff curiously my way.I saw the dog again and again, my breaths quick and shallow,Barely registering his dark brown fur,The pink tongue that hung gracelessly from his mouthAs he panted in the heat.I try not to look at the dog as I jog by,I try not to notice the hissing grass and harsh sunHe is not sheltered from.I try not to notice the mats in his furOr the shiny reflectiveness of empty metal bowlsMeant to feed and refresh him.I look for the dog as I jog past his owner’s house,Noticing at once his absenceWhen he was no longer there to trySo painstakingly to ignore.I slow down by his house every day,Eyes scanning the yard,But even the chain is gone,The soil disrupted from where the stake wasWrenched from the Earth.I try not to notice the dog-sized moundIn the side of my neighbor’s yard.I jog faster and faster past their home everyday.I try not to think of how long the dog has been gone.I try not to think of what I could have done,Try not to think of the water bottle in my hand,The one I always carry,And how easy it would have beenTo give the poor creature a drinkIn the exhaustive heatThat surely created the dog-sized moundIn the side yard of my neighbor’s home.© Shenita Etwaroo

March 2017 A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. The bad news is that I had too much responsibility, too much on my plate. Let me be more specific… One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm…

March 2017 A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. The bad news is that I had too much responsibility, too much on my plate. Let me be more specific… One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm…

March 2017 A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. The bad news is that I had too much responsibility, too much on my plate. Let me be more specific… One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm…

  Невероятно, сколько необычным способом подчас к историкам попадает определенный материал, способный сказаться на обычном восприятии событий прошлого. Пусть археология и представляет собой науку, ориентированную на постижение чего-то древнего, она вообще не чужда и новых открытий.   Огромное количество новых данных извлекается из книг. К примеру, художественная литература может дать знать, как формировалась та или иная культура, какие бытовые ритуалы существовали. Реально многое может дать изображение бытовой жизни, обрисовка культовых традиций и зон их проведения (храмов, капищ и проч. ) – по этим материалам есть шанс понять, к примеру, в каких точно регионах поселялись люди, где устраивали храмы.   Рисование и керамика, разнообразные культурные предметы, явления могут стать замечательными источниками освещения истинной исторической подоплеки определенной эпохи, определенной народности.   Важно обладать способностью грамотно подходить к такому знанию и не терять объективности, не трактовать полученные сведения только в угоду своей теории действительности.  

January 2017              A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm for me. The headache got so bad while driving that I decided to pull over on the side of road.…

Hey you guys , this is my first blog and I don’t know if I am excited , because my current situation is really very bad  🙁 . I decided to start blogging because I think it will make me feel better so here is my story PS- you may not like it much. I am a really sensitive person , from the age of 6 I had a weak heart , I would cry for really small things , I remember when I was a third grader I cried because a guy told me that my lunch bag is ugly(yeah I was 7 years young so it was childish ). The real thing starts when I changed my school at 3rd grade , I left my old school because it was too strict and I suffered with that , . Well pneumonia had hit me two times  once at 3rd grade and once at 4th grade I was admitted at the hospital for like 40 days, both the times so I had to take a lot of leaves  for that . My classmates started judging me like I am a lazy sloth who doesn’t care about her studies ( my classmates are the worst people i’ve ever met , maybe except 2 or 3) . So, 5th grade was my nightmare there was this social teacher who always hated me for nothing well she was like racist sort  of person and pointed me out for everything I  couldn’t bare that anymore , once at last I went crying to my mom , my mom had a word with her the next day and then my social teacher started to act normal even though she had grudge on me from inside  . 6th grade was the time I started to harm myself ( yeah it is stupid for some people but I could not help myself ) there was this…