Paper afraid of Oklahomasexuals

My friend Daniel wrote a column for a daily newspaper in Oklahoma this week that has apparently ruffled some Sooner feathers. You can read it here: You love who you love, world.

Since it appeared in the paper, Daniel’s publisher has warned of angry readers and advertisers, neither of which are great things in the newspaper world. I applaud Daniel, though, for writing this piece and for taking a stand, even though he’s still VERY new at the job and put himself at a major risk.

So, I ask you to give your support and write to eddarling@duncanbanner.com and let him know that you stand firmly beside Daniel’s message. I, for one, want to let him know that since his panties are already in a wad, it’s a good thing he apparently has no balls.

Day 9: To our mothers ...

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This is Gerline.

You’ve seen her here before — she’s a little Haitian superstar to the missionaries, a tiny 4-year-old lady who is woefully malnourished and, as a result, most likely developmentally behind schedule. She’s undeniably cute, though, and she’s completely sweet, even when she’s asleep, which she can do almost anytime, anywhere, even standing up.

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It's still true. Happy early Mother's Day, Rose, Bonnie and Deana.

Day 5: All you need is love

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Awake at 5 a.m., earlier than the rooster outside my window can yell at me.

It’s going to be a long day, a grueling day. Up early to avoid the Haitian heat (it’s only 80 degrees before 8), we’re trekking 3-4 miles up a mountain with gravelly terrain and steep inclines. It’s hard on the lungs, harder on the knees.

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This was one of the best days in Haiti.

Day 4: Medicine man

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The last two mornings I’ve spent a little bit of time helping Troy in the clinic.

By “helping,” I mostly mean “observing,” as I realize more and more each day I’m not cut out for the medical life. This might seem odd, seeing how I work for a health department, but I slice and dice my way through press releases, not patients.

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