March 2007 Archives
- March 28, 2007: Rosa Loves || No. of Comments: 2
Instead of giving your money to Threadless (which is a great site, don’t get me wrong), consider buying a T-shirt at Rosa Loves. Profits from all of the shirts sold on this small site are used for good causes, and the shirts are designed around that cause. The most engaging aspect is that the proceeds are donated not to large organizations like the American Red Cross, but are used to help very specific individuals. For example, the shirt I purchased will help a fisherman in Indonesia buy a boat of his own. The back of each shirt is printed…
- March 24, 2007: I got a tattoo || No. of Comments: 11
Or at least my laptop did. I wanted something to personalize my new MacBook Pro, but not stickers. Instead, I went the high-end route and had it laser etched. It’s smooth as silk, permanent and I love it. If you want your own, contact Technology Tattoo in Minneapolis. I was their first non-business, non-friend-of-a-friend client, and they did a great job….
- March 18, 2007: Life is for enjoying || No. of Comments: 10
My grandmother, whom I’ve written about recently, passed away Thursday morning after struggling with Alzheimer’s. On Friday I hopped on a flight to Michigan. My luggage didn’t arrive with me, so after a quick trip to pick up some clothes at Target, I headed with my family to the funeral home for four hours of visitation. Saturday was the funeral. With 76 years of living in the same small town, there was hardly an empty seat in the place. After a brief introduction from the minister and a song by my grandfather’s former secretary, I stood up to speak. Up…
- March 1, 2007: Yep || No. of Comments: 7
My mother seems to think I’m one second away from drinking a bottle of wine and jumping off the Foshay Tower. “If you need some helping get through this, you just go to a doctor and they’ll prescribe you something,” she said. “That’s what I would do.” She’ll deny it, but I swear she said it. Really, it’s not quite to that extreme. If I learned anything from growing up gay in a secluded farm town and putting myself through Christian ex-gay ministries, it’s how to find renewal and keep going. This past weekend in D.C., when I just wanted…
