“I appreciate my administrative assistant felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me today in keeping me in the loop on her interest to applying to an internal position within our foundation at HQ.” (Heather Houston 1-12-26)
“I am thankful that I am tech saavy and was able to figure out how to use the following apps: NotebookLM, Google Gemini and Trello.” (Heather Houston 1-12-26)
“I am blessed there was hardly any traffic today on my commute home…WINNING!” 🏆(Heather Houston 1-12-26)
“I am grateful my husband strategizes how to maximize our time together and he had our dinner (Pizza) all ready to go so practically when I walked in the door, he was putting it into the oven. HE is a magician!” ❤️ (Heather Houston 1-12-26)
“I appreciate watching TV series for pure entertainment at the end of the day…Bridgerton!” (Heather Houston 1-12-26)
I appreciate the random country selector that helps us determine which country we will cook from on our world chicken journey. (Heather Houston 2-12-22)
I am grateful that this winter has been mild and not super icy when I drive to work at 4:00AM. (Heather Houston 2-12-22)
I am thankful for the weekends to get caught up on sleep and rest. (Heather Houston 2-12-22)
I am blessed to have good eyesight…Thank you Lasix!😁 (Heather Houston 2-12-22)
I filled with joy that I have a loving partner who I love so hard!💕 (Heather Houston 2-12-22)
Lyrics: Tenement slum Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ahhhhh You think that I don’t feel love But what I feel for you is real love In other’s eyes I see reflected A hurt, scorned, rejected Love child, never meant to be Love child, born in poverty Love child, never meant to be Love child, take a look at me Started my life In an old, cold run down tenement slum (Tenement slum) My father left, he never even married mom I shared the guilt my mama knew So afraid that others knew I had no name Ahhhh, ah This love we’re contemplating Isn’t worth the pain of waiting We’ll only end up hating The child we maybe creating Love child, never meant to be Love child, (scorned by) society Love child, always second best Love child, different from the rest (Hold on, hold on, just a little bit) Mm, baby (Hold on, hold on, just a little bit) Mm, baby (Hold on, hold on, just a little bit) I started school In a worn, torn dress that somebody threw out(Somebody threw out) I knew the way it felt, to always live in doubt To be without the simple things So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me Ahhh, ah Don’t think that I don’t need you Don’t think I don’t wanna please you But no child of mine’ll be bearing The name of shame I’ve been wearing Love child, love child, never quite as good Afraid, ashamed, misunderstood But I’ll always love you (Love child) I’ll always love you (Just a little bit longer) I’ll always love you (Wait, wait, won’t you wait, just hold on) I’ll always love you (Just a little bit longer, love child) I’ll always love you (Wait, wait, won’t you wait, just hold on) I’ll always love you (Just a little bit longer)
“Just trust yourself, then you will know how to live.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (German Poet, Playwright, Novelist, Scientist, Statesman, Theatre Director, and Critic; August 28th, 1749 ~ March 22nd, 1832)
“Today, try to find a photograph of yourself when you were about ten…Send love to that young girl. Try to travel back in time and imagination. See yourself at ten: at home, at school, and at play.”
“…age ten was probably the last time you trusted your instincts. You didn’t listen to the opinions of your mother, your sister, or your friends because you had your own.”
“Try to contact the girl you once were. She’s all grown up now. She’s your authentic delf and she’s waiting to remind you how beautiful, accomplished, and extraordinary you really are.”
“The task today was to find a picture of myself when I was ten. The idea is that at ten we still trusted our instincts and didn’t let the opinions of others rule us. Regrettably, my story began at three or four-years old, so I had many stories by the time I hit ten. I included a picture when I was 4, which is likely the time when I last trusted myself. The other picture are closer to ten, but I was already manipulating myself by what I imagined others thought of me.“ (Heather Houston 2-12-22)
1972 Me…at my Aunt Carrie’s Baby Shower
1976 Christmas-Me, Santa & my brother
“See yourself at ten: at home, at school, and at play.”(Heather Houston 2-12-22)
“Where did you live?”
1324 Sunny Drive, Eugene, OR. 97404
“Can you see your house or apartment, and the street?”
Yes. Hedges lined the yard perimeter. An ancient golden locus tree in the front yard. The 2-Story garage in the side yard. The fat backyard had 2 filbert trees and a huge garden. A rock garden was nearest the house in the center of the backyard. Raspberry bushes lined the edge of the backyard with the far backyard. The street we a dead end and our house was located halfway down the length of the drive.
“Walk through your rooms in your childhood home. What did your bedroom look like?”
My room had oak floors. My bed was a separated bunk bed with drawers along the sides. I had a white bedspread with bright pink and orange butterflies printed on it. I had a small round wooden table, made by my father, with 4 red plastic chairs in the corner of the room. I had a family maple dresser with an oval mirror. Upon my bookshelf sat my phonograph.
“Who were your friends?”
Hannah Huntley
Lisa Humphreys
Clark Schaffer
Kyle Grey
Theresa Moso
Shari Shaffer
“Did you have a best pal?”
Theresa Moso
“Who was she?”
Classmate
“How did you play?”
Tag, dodgeball, hot lava
“What was your favorite color in the Crayola pack?”
Midnight Blue
“Did you play a musical instrument?”
Violin
“Who was your favorite doll?”
Stuffed Dumbo
Raggedy Ann & Andy
“Can you recall the scent of Play-Doh?”
Ohhhhh yes and silly putty.
“What were your favorite foods?”
Chicken Fried Steak
“What subject did you like best in fifth grade?”
Writing
–Ban Breathnach, Sarah. “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy”. Grand Central Publishing. (1976). Kindle Page 46-47 of 501.
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