by Jennifer Resnick
19 years ago today I was working at my store,
helping women buy beautiful clothes,
trying to focus on my business, because thinking about my
scheduled C-section the next day felt too scary.
I remember eating dinner and going to bed that night,
telling myself to get a good night’s sleep
because I wouldn’t get one for awhile.
Flash forward to the next afternoon.
Flash forward again to today-
and still the same Fierce Love,
growing exponentially with each passing moment.
Happy Birthday to my sweet girl, Chelsea Miranda.
You Make My Life Complete!
© Jeff Resnick 2022
All Rights Reserved
The Bills were also without safety Micah Hyde who was placed on injured reserve (IR).
For Ed OIiver, this marked the second-consecutive game he will sit out with an ankle injury.
Jordan Poyer injured his foot in Week Two against the Titans and missed practice on Thursday with a limited practice session on Friday; this was the first game Poyer has missed in 2022.
Dane Jackson remained out with a neck injury that he sustained in the first half against Tennessee.
Jordan Phillips missed the game with a hamstring injury.
WR Gabe Davis (ankle), TE Dawson Knox (foot) and DT Tim Settle (calf) were listed as ACTIVE vs. the Dolphins.
The Bills were relegated to 100% of playing time in-the-sun-side of the stadium. Is that legal? Or fair? In 115-degree heat, no less. How did Miami stay in the shady side for the entire game? What's wrong with that picture, anyway? Home field advantage? Or maybe just unfair advantage?
The Officiating sucked! So many obvious Penalties were ignored or overlooked. Again, home field advantage? Lots of dirty play said it all.
Sour grapes on Buffalo's part? Nope, it's all part of the game.
This Says It All: Josh Allen's stats were awesome. In the end, a few "hiccups" ended in the final seconds of play, resulting in a two-point loss, 21 - 19!
So close, yet so far. Guess what! Next week is another game.
And just think: MIAMI PLAYS THE BILLS AGAIN ON DECEMBER 17!
Yeah, the Bills came so close to a super bowl last year! But, as you recall, "Won Not Done" became a recognized promise for 2022-23. Did you watch the first game of this season on Thursday night? What a team! They destroyed the Super Bowl Champion Los Angeles Rams in a rout. The first half looked pretty good. The second half? BLOWOUT! GO BILLS!!!
Have you been following the Bills along their journey to the Super Bowl? Last night, they absolutely destroyed the New England Patriots! 7 touchdowns courtesy of Josh Allen and his incredible team mates. 47-17 final score says it all. Super Bowl awaits!
Well, I'm afraid the Bills won't be in the Super Bowl this year! Bummer. Last night, the Kansas City Chiefs managed to beat the Bills in overtime, knocking them out of the race. No question, it might just be remembered as the most exciting game ever played. Okay, you know the saying, "there's always next year." I can't wait!
In 1965, my first year as a music student at the University of Buffalo, I met John Hill, another music student. We became not only good friends, but over the years performed together in a variety of professional bands. Below is a pic from around 1971 of “The 8 of Us.” John is third from the left, I’m second from the right. (Yep, we were hippies!)
We also performed in the UB Jazz Ensemble, which I directed. John is on the far left, playing the Baritone Sax. I’m waving my arms as director.
All these years later, I had lost track of John. Until I received an obituary announcement from a funeral home in Buffalo. John had passed away. I can’t begin to tell you the emotional impact of that email. Suddenly, all of us in our mid-seventies understand what faces us all too soon.
Advertising is the life-blood or your business, intended to motivate potential consumers to shop and buy at your business rather than someone else’s. Go to the library and do some research, only to find shelves of books about how to prepare a business plan, how to get a business license, how to hire a lawyer, and how to hire a lawyer to sue your lawyer! These books will fall into one of two categories. One, the book will be so general as to be irrelevant. If you're lucky, it might have a chapter on Advertising, the sum and substance being that you really should Advertise. Gee, thanks. Second, the book will be so overburdened with useless statistics and number crunching that it'll be of little use or interest to anyone except a Ph.D. in Advertising. Is there such an animal? Sooner or later, you'll come to the unpleasant realization that you're knee deep in KaKa!
There’s an old wives tale that Teachers teach because they’re not capable of Performing! As for me, I began Performing at a very early age.
My first performance was on stage as a fourth grader at Francis Parker School #23 in Rochester, NY. I was hooked early in life!
By eighth grade at Monroe H.S., I was performing professionally 3 nights-a-week with musicians in their 50’s and 60’s. Smartly, I banked the money quickly!
Throughout high school, I was performing regularly throughout Rochester at night clubs and concert halls.
As soon as I enrolled in the University of Buffalo, performance opportunities opened a new world of Jazz-Rock at places like “The Mug,” not to mention bars and frat parties galore.
It didn’t take long for me to compose original music and direct the UB Jazz Orchestra, attracting the attention of the UB faculty! They immediately offered me a Graduate Teaching Fellowship, with free tuition and a monetary stipend to boot!
By now an accomplished performer, I was eager to be a Teacher, paying no attention to that old wives tale! I chronicle my career in education with a rollicking memoir, reminding myself that Life’s Lessons are certainly not taught in the classroom!
My first teaching job fresh out of college came my way in North Haven, CT. This is where I realized that this a teacher could perform along with the student musicians under my direction.
The Jazz Workshop toured towns throughout Connecticut, earning a reputation for excellence, despite the long hair, beards, etc.!
In the years that followed, I enjoyed teaching (and performing) in Rochester, Palmyra and Batavia, NY, Morgantown, WV . . . on and on. Teaching is all about unselfishly Learning and Sharing, precisely what makes teaching a worthwhile profession, despite the many challenges we surely encounter. My thoughts all these years later are for teachers, administrators, student teachers, college education students, parents, and the general population looking for a few good laughs along the way. Enjoy the ride!
Written from the perspective of seniors enjoying the fourth quarter of Life, even as they wonder about Sudden Death Overtime. These universal reflections on Life are the perfect excuse for family communication across generations. And a reason for creating your own family history. Past, present, and future.
But don’t feel left out if you’re a much younger reader. Learn how your parents and grandparents grew up. Maybe even your great-grandparents, if you’re lucky enough to have them around. All you have to do is ask them to tell you their stories. Listen. Think. Understand who you are, how you got here, where you’re going, what it means, and why it matters.
When it comes to the human mind, the shortest distance between two points is certainly not a straight line! So prepare yourself. Conquering your fear may not be easy. I've been where you now are, and I learned a crucial lesson. I figured out that I knew the answer all along, but I just didn't want to accept its uncomfortable truth. And you'll understand once and for all that your fear is deeply hidden in the only place that matters.
Conquering your own internal demon will be as easy as admitting how and why you let it invade your fragile psyche in the first place. From there, you're Home Free!
We’re walking a deserted college campus on Day One of the Covid-19 Pandemic. In the distance, a man on a riding mower manicures a grassy field of green. He waves from afar. A man of stature. Retired military, I wonder? So I raise my right hand to my brow in salute, which he returns. Cass waves to him as we move on.
Returning on Day Two, we are the only walkers on the deserted college campus. Sure enough, the man on the riding mower sees us on a distant hillside. He salutes us. I return his salute, Cass waves to him, and we two move on.
Day Three confirms our new ritual. We eagerly salute and wave to our new friend. He just as eagerly responds. Cass and I devote the remainder of our walk to discussing how wonderful it is to construct a respectful friendship. At a distance, no less.
Day Four. Our new friend suddenly appears before our eyes. Closer than yesterday. Smile unhidden by a mask, we notice his silver goatee. He can’t help but notice mine. Our skin colors? Meaningless. Our smiles say it all.
The days pass, often without seeing our valued friend. After all, we’re merely aging walkers, immersed in our half-century tradition of walking together. He, on the other hand, is a working man with responsibilities. Sometimes we even worry about him. But on this cloudless and sunny morning our new friend drives a trio of subordinate workers down a dirt service road. Only yards away from us, he stops his truck, laughs loudly out the driver’s window, and speaks to us for the first time. “Well, well, well! How are y’all doin’ on this beautiful day?” His colleagues chuckle, unafraid to show their sincere liking for this man. We share their communal laughter. And the moment. The months pass quickly. Our respectful friendship and trust grow.