Archive for May, 2010
Fad Activism via Social Media
January 31st, 2010 by John Creighton in Dispatches
Tags: Mentors, Public Leaders, Public Values, Social Media
Hundreds of thousands of Iranians took to the streets in mid-June to protest what appeared to be a bogus vote count to re-elect President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. The protestors used Twitter to communicate with each other and the world. Americans – and people from many other countries – celebrated both the Iranian protestors’ cry for freedom and the role of the social media phenomenon Twitter. The Washington Times dubbed the June rallies as Iran’s Twitter Revolution. A craze quickly swept the [...]
Read more...Miss Mary
January 31st, 2010 by John Creighton in Snapshots
“Help,” I heard a small voice float by on the breeze. I paused. I looked. Nothing. I continued to walk up the alley toward my house when I heard the whisper a second time, “Help.” Again, I looked in all directions. The voice was close yet distant. I felt like Horton searching for a speck with Whos. I could sense that someone needed help. I felt it. But couldn’t tell where the cry was coming from. I stood there, ears pricked, [...]
Read more...Dog Bite
January 30th, 2010 by John Creighton in Snapshots
Tags: Atwood, Dad, Friends, Mom, Neighbors
I won’t say I ended Miss Neidermeyer’s babysitting career. I believe my neighbor and classmate, Amy McClellan, still went to her house after the incident. But, I was never welcome back without my mom. Miss Neidermeyer was one of the most welcoming people you could ever hope to meet. She was kind, gentle, caring and conscientious. I scared the bajeezus out of her. The dog bite was the last straw. Mrs. Neidermeyer was Amy’s regular baby sitter. Mrs. McClellan worked [...]
Read more...Rolling Cigarettes
January 29th, 2010 by John Creighton in Snapshots
Tags: Atwood, Longmont, Mom, Neighbors
“I’m home,” I yelled as I walked in the front door returning from a neighbor’s. I threw my jacket on the bench in the front hall knowing full well I’d be called back to pick it up when Mom discovered it later in the day. Still, it seemed like the right place to keep the jacket until I was asked to hang it in the closet. Mom stuck her head around the kitchen door, “How was it?” “Fine,” I said, [...]
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