﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" href="http://denver.yourhub.com/Feed.css"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>The Denver Newspaper Agency YourHub.com Blogs by Jane  Reuter </title><link>http://denver.yourhub.com</link><description>The latest blog posts in The Denver Newspaper Agency YourHub.com</description><language>en-us</language><managingEditor>news@yourhub.com</managingEditor><copyright>(c) 2009, YourHub.com</copyright><ttl>5</ttl><item><title>Straddling the generational lines</title><description>Thanks to this morning's Denver Post, I'm a new woman. I learned I'm not a Baby Boomer - as I've thought for years - but a Gen X'er.   I'm not sure how the Post came up with the division of years that determine who gets what label: Gen Y spans just 15 years, Gen X 20, the Baby Boomers 19 and the...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Your-Voice/Blog~683389.aspx</link><pubDate>11/8/2009 8:35:55 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Straddling the generational lines</title><description>Thanks to this morning's Denver Post, I'm a new woman. I learned I'm not a Baby Boomer - as I've thought for years - but a Gen X'er.   I'm not sure how the Post came up with the division of years that determine who gets what label: Gen Y spans just 15 years, Gen X 20, the Baby Boomers 19 and the...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Your-Voice/Blog~683387.aspx</link><pubDate>11/8/2009 8:07:22 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Life's lesson learned through a dog's eyes</title><description>During the last month, I have struggled to nearly the final page of Eckhart Tolle's "A New Earth." It's not a difficult read, but a weighty one, with time needed between chapters for thought. And in my case, a sprinkling of fiction to offset the intensity of Tolle's ideas.       This book was ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Your-Voice/Blog~682846.aspx</link><pubDate>11/6/2009 10:42:19 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Life's lessons learned through a dog's eyes</title><description>During the last month, I have struggled to nearly the final page of Eckhart Tolle's "A New Earth." It's not a difficult read, but a weighty one, with time needed between chapters for thought. And in my case, a sprinkling of fiction to offset the intensity of Tolle's ideas.   This book was an Opr...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Your-Voice/Blog~680318.aspx</link><pubDate>10/31/2009 1:14:14 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The silver lining of a dim economy</title><description>A year ago, I knew only one person made jobless by the plunging economy. Now, it's a circle of people, myself among them.    Most of them are single mothers. These women, some independent by choice and others by circumstance, cope in a variety of ways, none of them ideal.   My ex-sister-in-law ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~658189.aspx</link><pubDate>9/21/2009 10:53:23 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The silver lining of a dim economy</title><description>A year ago, I knew only one person made jobless by the plunging economy. Now, it's a circle of people, myself among them.     Most of them are single mothers. These women, some independent by choice and others by circumstance, cope in a variety of ways, none of them ideal.   My ex-siste...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~657585.aspx</link><pubDate>9/18/2009 9:48:33 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Cutting rope swing severs summer fun</title><description>Between Broadway and Lucent boulevards, about four feet above the sand of the Highline Canal, hung a skateboard. Its wheels were removed, holes drilled through either end. A double length of blue nylon rope fed through the holes, tied into tight knots underneath, then extending up perhaps 25, ev...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~653403.aspx</link><pubDate>9/5/2009 1:26:06 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Cutting rope swing also severs summer fun</title><description>Between Broadway and Lucent boulevards, about four feet above the sand of the Highline Canal, hung a skateboard. Its wheels were removed, holes drilled through either end. A double length of blue nylon rope fed through the holes, tied into tight knots underneath, then extending up perhaps 25, ev...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~652482.aspx</link><pubDate>9/2/2009 10:49:04 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The joy of unemployment</title><description>A month ago, I joined the ranks of a growing and multi-faceted crowd - the nearly 10 percent of Americans who are unemployed.   I am a single mom with a house in the suburbs, a first and second mortgage and no child support. My future is a big, black question mark. And I am happier than I've be...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~642585.aspx</link><pubDate>8/2/2009 11:00:58 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The joy of unemployment</title><description>A month ago, I joined the ranks of a growing and multi-faceted crowd -- the nearly 10 percent of Americans who are unemployed.   I am a single mom with a house in the suburbs, a first and second mortgage and no child support. My future is a big, black question mark. And I am happier than I've b...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~642583.aspx</link><pubDate>8/2/2009 10:29:34 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Fostering a service puppy an exercise in emotion</title><description>Mason plunged into our life in late March, announcing his presence in our home by pooping on the carpet and chasing both cats. Their shock and terror was heightened by the plastic surgical collar around his neck, a lamp-shade-like fixture designed to prevent his puppy tongue from caressing post...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~639402.aspx</link><pubDate>7/22/2009 10:04:56 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Fostering a service puppy an exercise in emotion</title><description>Mason plunged into our life in late March, announcing his presence in our home by pooping on the carpet and chasing both cats. Their shock and terror was heightened by the plastic surgical collar around his neck, a lamp-shade-like fixture designed to prevent his puppy tongue from caressing post...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~638246.aspx</link><pubDate>7/20/2009 4:18:43 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The poignancy of a pimple</title><description>"Mom, I think I got my first pimple!" My son turned sideways so I could see the side of his nose. He pointed with his index finger to a reddened, slightly raised dot of skin. As pimples go, it was not very impressive. But all things are relative and to Robby, it was downright glorious.   "Wow, I...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~615265.aspx</link><pubDate>5/14/2009 7:51:45 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The poignancy of a pimple</title><description>"Mom, I think I got my first pimple!" My son turned sideways so I could see the side of his nose. He pointed with his index finger to a reddened, slightly raised dot of skin. As pimples go, it was not very impressive. But all things are relative and to  Robby , it was downright glorious.    "W...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~615224.aspx</link><pubDate>5/13/2009 9:44:13 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>A journalist first, last and always</title><description>A friend of mine, not the first and surely not the last, was laid off from his job as a news editor last week. In his farewell column, he wrote that being a journalist "has been my complete identity," and although he didn't write it, the slightly shaky words, "What now?" leapt from the...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~601152.aspx</link><pubDate>4/8/2009 12:10:25 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>A journalist first, last and always</title><description>A friend of mine, not the first and surely not the last, was laid off from his job as a news editor last week. In his farewell column, he wrote that being a journalist "has been my complete identity," and although he didn't write it, the words, "What now?" leapt from the page.      Like me, ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~600985.aspx</link><pubDate>4/7/2009 11:01:34 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The genetic roots of a hothouse flower</title><description>My boss called me a hothouse flower this morning. Not once, but three times. Which means she's warming to it, and if I'm not careful, it could become my office nickname. Even though she laughed each time she said it, I suspected this was not a compliment.   Uncertain of its precise meaning, I lo...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~590070.aspx</link><pubDate>3/11/2009 10:04:54 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The genetic roots of a hothouse flower</title><description>My boss called me a hothouse flower this morning. Not once, but three times. Which means she's warming to it, and if I'm not careful, it could become my office nickname. Even though she laughed each time she said it, I suspected this was not a compliment.   Uncertain of its precise meaning, I lo...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~590062.aspx</link><pubDate>3/11/2009 9:55:10 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The high price of wearing stilettos</title><description>For most of my life, I avoided high heels. At 5'9", I thought I was too tall to wear them. Oh, how I have grown.   During the last 10 years, I've discovered the joy of high heels. First two-inch, then three. Three-inch heels puts me at 6-feet tall, which suits me just fine. I tower over most of...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~586832.aspx</link><pubDate>3/3/2009 9:17:53 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>The high price of wearing stilettos</title><description>For most of my life, I avoided high heels. At 5'9", I thought I was too tall to wear them. Oh, how I have grown.   During the last 10 years, I've discovered the joy of high heels. First two-inch, then three. Three-inch heels puts me at 6-feet tall, which suits me just fine. I tower over most of ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~586249.aspx</link><pubDate>3/2/2009 10:02:37 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Confessions of a left-handed hooker</title><description>I am a left-handed hooker. Though this scandal has not been well publicized, so is Barack Obama. Like me, our new president is not only left handed, but arches his hand up and over as he writes.   In a moment of what I thought was simply inspired, good humor, I shared my quirk with my mechanic...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~578040.aspx</link><pubDate>2/8/2009 7:53:03 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Confessions of a left-handed hooker</title><description>I am a left-handed hooker. Though this scandal has not been well publicized, so is Barack Obama. Like me, our new president is not only left handed, but arches his hand up and over as he writes.  In a moment of what I thought was simply inspired, good humor, I shared my quirk with my mechanic....</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~578036.aspx</link><pubDate>2/8/2009 7:38:02 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Yoga: The good, the bad, the malodorous</title><description>We are packed like sardines. Sweating, straining, groaning, farting sardines. Forty-plus people in a room that appears to have been designed for 25, tops. Surely, we are breaking some fire code, particularly since the room is heated to more than 100 degrees.   We are jammed together to practice ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~569880.aspx</link><pubDate>1/18/2009 10:31:04 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Yoga: The good, the bad, the malodorous</title><description>We are packed like sardines. Sweating, straining, groaning, farting sardines. Forty-plus people in a room that appears to have been designed for 25, tops. Surely, we are breaking some fire code, particularly since the room is heated to more than 100 degrees.    We are jammed together to practice...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~569847.aspx</link><pubDate>1/18/2009 5:34:20 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Chipping away at the stigma of bipolar disorder</title><description>5280 Magazine ran a story last month about  Nathan Dunlap , the now 34-year-old death row inmate convicted in the 1993 Chuck E. Cheese murders of four people. The story focused on a fact little known at the time of the trial: Nathan suffers from bipolar disorder. The issue was not discussed at...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~563392.aspx</link><pubDate>12/31/2008 2:34:05 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Chipping away at the stigma of bipolar disorder</title><description>5280 Magazine ran a story last month about Nathan Dunlap, the now 34-year-old death row inmate convicted in the 1993 Chuck E. Cheese murders of four people. The story focused on a fact little known at the time of the trial: Nathan suffers from bipolar disorder. The issue was not discussed at tri...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~563373.aspx</link><pubDate>12/31/2008 2:16:58 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>A Unitarian's prayer</title><description>"You always looked bored in church," my mother said, thinking back to my Catholic school-girl youth and her failed efforts to engage me in the religion that is her life.    She said this during one of our always very brief discussions about religion. Half of her four children stayed with the f...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~557399.aspx</link><pubDate>12/10/2008 11:27:41 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>A Unitarian's prayer</title><description>"You always looked bored in church," my mother said, thinking back to my Catholic school-girl youth and her failed efforts to engage me in the religion that is her life.   She said this during one of our always very brief discussions about religion. Half of her four children stayed with the fai...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~557288.aspx</link><pubDate>12/9/2008 11:06:19 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Airbags 101: A crash course</title><description>My steering wheel looks like a post-op facelift recipient. Bits of white fabric stick out here and there from among the wheel's torn center. The little tab that is, as it turns out, the horn, laps outside the torn lip of its once cozy nest like a lank tongue.    Similarly damaged is that typic...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~549207.aspx</link><pubDate>11/18/2008 5:29:42 AM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item><item><title>Airbags 101: A crash course</title><description>My steering wheel looks like a post-op facelift recipient. Bits of white fabric stick out here and there from among the wheel's torn center. The little tab that is, as it turns out, the horn, laps outside the torn lip of its once cozy nest like a lank tongue.   Similarly damaged is that typicall...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/LoneTree/Blogs/Archive/Blog~549195.aspx</link><pubDate>11/17/2008 10:08:47 PM</pubDate><author>Jane  Reuter </author></item></channel></rss>