To have and to hold, from this day forward…

Image result for vintage brideSo I realized yesterday that I’ve remarried.

This will be news to my husband, but he needn’t be concerned…I’ve entered into the institution (doubling down) with this institution…WVNCC, I mean. So it’s not adulterous or polygamous to be married to a person and an inanimate thing, right?

After three or four years, I’ve come to realize that working for a college with multiple campuses requires a matrimony of sorts. Each campus has to be committed to the others. Each has to have the same values, the same philosophy about raising children, compatible views on budgeting, a shared vision for the future…and double sinks never hurt.

At the same time, each campus needs to have its own identity, its own hobbies, its own friends. Each campus needs to take care of itself…in order to be the best possible partner. I mean, my husband can tell me to exercise (please note: my husband should never tell me to exercise)…he can even buy me a maxi-climber and some fly new Under Armour HeatGear ankle crop yoga pants (that’s oddly specific, isn’t it…) but ultimately I need to do it myself, in the way that works best for me. The goal, and the underlying value, is the same…to be healthy and well…but if Under Armour HeatGear ankle crop yoga pants ($44.99 Amazon) don’t work for me (they do)…then I have to find my means to the same end.

So we are wed, Chickens, no matter where along the river your pecking ground. Aristotle claimed “the whole to be greater than the sum of its parts”…and when each part has an opportunity to develop its unique strengths, the whole becomes that much whol-ier.

I think I prefer Aristotle’s premise to Thomas Reid’s “a chain is only as strong as it’s weakest link” because when the weak link breaks a chain…is it really broken? Nope. It’s just a shorter chain. Or two. A parting, yes. But not “until death”…quite the opposite really…a rebirth.Image result for weak link

So, what this means right now…is:

  1. Enter into wedlock wisely.

  2. Get registered for fall – ASAP.

Good $$$ News for Procrastinating Chickens…

On Monday, the West Virginia Higher Education Policy Commission and Community and Technical College System announced in a news release that the deadline to apply for the West Virginia Higher Education Grant has been extended from April 15 to May 1. This grant provides eligible students with up to $2,700 per academic year to cover college expenses. Students apply for the grant by filing the Free Application for Federal Student Aid (FAFSA).

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This extension gives students additional time to file the FAFSA due to a technology issue at the federal level. The Internal Revenue Service (IRS) Data Retrieval Tool, which allows students and parents to electronically access, review and transfer tax information required for the FAFSA, is unavailable and is estimated to be down until the fall semester.

Students who need a copy of necessary 2015 tax forms to file the FAFSA can access these forms online at A hard copy can be requested by calling 1-800-908-9946 and a transcript will be delivered to the address on record within 5-10 days.

For more information, West Virginia families and students can call the HEPC and CTCS financial aid office at 888-825-5707 or visit the state’s free college-planning website at

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April is a great month…

For many reasons, Chickens…among them…April is National Poetry Month. I know what you’re thinking…SHAH! POETRY! PUH-LEEZE & NO THANK YOU!

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Who cares about poetry??? There is plenty of real stuff in the world I can’t understand…termites, homework, transmissions, interest rates and …

Alas…this is why we need poetry Chickens…it reminds us that the human endeavor is, ultimately, a great mystery.

So, with you, I’d like to share the following Mary Oliver poem…one apt for us Chickens…as we travel this Northern road.

The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Nat'l Poetry Month