tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post7344776174719271233..comments2024-02-05T12:20:34.082-08:00Comments on A Tidings of Magpies: Basketball by G.E.JohnsonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15238905633085051322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-90889802511097252692008-08-29T06:04:00.000-07:002008-08-29T06:04:00.000-07:00Re-reading my high school journals, I was surprise...Re-reading my high school journals, I was surprised to encounter pieces where I wrote about pickup basketball games I played with male and female classmates. I initiated these games and picked my teams and recorded whether we won or lost or just had a great time. I had NO recollection of these games until I read about them, and loved that I was strong and confident enough to throw my skinny ass in among some big jock guys who were over six feet tall.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-22323802505282913752008-08-28T14:34:00.000-07:002008-08-28T14:34:00.000-07:00Remarkable poem, perfect photo to accompany.Remarkable poem, perfect photo to accompany.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-81495582139670681402008-08-28T14:18:00.000-07:002008-08-28T14:18:00.000-07:00Love this poem and the post below.Courage is much ...Love this poem and the post below.<BR/>Courage is much on my mind these days too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com