Stephanie Pearce

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Stephanie Pearce: A jump that made me cool

As the snow falls, memories of winters past flood my mind. Our family used to play in the snow frequently. What else do you do when most days the seasons are winter? Our favorite snow activity was snowmachining.

Stephanie Pearce: The American from Syria

There was a man I had the pleasure of knowing. He embodied the American dream. This man was educated, athletic, worked in coal mines, owned a business in town and spent years in public office.

Stephanie Pearce: Printed pictures and stories told

I sit in my room, on my bed with a box of old pictures. Pictures of the black and white variety. Some are very delicate and flakey on the edges. Some are fading their color — the evidence of how years wear on us all. The oldest were made with sepia coloring that seems to be more durable and less resistant to aging. I look into the history of the times and wonder what their smiles would have looked like because most contained none.

Stephanie Pearce: You thought no one was looking

Hey you. Aren’t you a manager? I was one of your customers and I saw you. I saw you with that young girl you’re supposed to be an example to and someone she’s supposed to learn from. I saw her doing a great job and picking up what you were teaching her quickly. I would have thought you would have been happy with her. She really was doing a great job.

Stephanie Pearce: Believing and praying for a miracle

I woke up to a notification on my phone. It said, “Joey + Rory new blog post — Enough.” I follow Rory Feek’s blog on My heart sank as I read those words “Enough.” I’ve been following Joey and Rory Feek for quite some time.

Stephanie Pearce: Doc the goat made Halloween fun

It’s Halloween night as a group of about 10 kids ranging in ages from five to 15 are dressed in various costumes from rodeo clowns, to cowboys, to Darth Vader. You would think it’s just any normal group of kids carrying pillow cases and making rounds while trying to fill those pillow cases.

Stephanie Pearce: Community and schools go hand in hand

When I was a kid, some of my very first memories were at school functions. Not as a student, but as an observer and as a mascot of sorts

Stephanie Pearce: A love story

He quietly opens the door to his home after a long day of work. He walks as lightly as he can to the kitchen where he puts his lunch box on the counter. He peers into the living room and spots the love of his life on the couch with her eyes closed. He doesn’t want to disturb her, so he moves slowly and silently around the house.

Stephanie Pearce: Days at St. Michael's Community Kitchen

It’s Tuesday morning and I’m hurrying to get my daughter and myself out the door. We quickly walk in the building and can already hear laughing and the hum of conversation. There’s people sitting at tables drinking coffee and in the kitchen there’s a crew of people prepping food. We are welcomed with smiles and our names being called. The small crew gives us hugs and we get right to work.

Stephanie Pearce: We still have more work to do

The wait for Sept. 5 was filled with so many emotions. Emotions that the people who brought it on us could care less about. There were the people with family members receiving medical treatments who didn’t know what they would do without their insurance.

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