Content is King and other Family Blog Lingo

By Stephen C. Schultz

Having been in raised in Eugene Oregon, I am very familiar with the term evergreen. I grew up exploring the temperate rain forest of Western Oregon. I have spent many a night camping in the rain under Cedar, Western Hemlock and Douglas Fir trees to name a few. The sound of rhythmic drops of water falling from a hundred foot tree to the forest floor brings a sense of peace, comfort and fond memories found nowhere else.

Even though I don’t consider myself a professional blogger, over the years I have become somewhat intrigued with the blogging lingo. I regularly hear that “Content is King” and every once in awhile there is a mention in an article about “Evergreen Content”. Evidently, evergreen content is written material that is never outdated.

I was recently reading through some of my older blog posts. I was amazed at how many articles I have written where the subject matter is timeless. I may have written it three years ago or even five, but the principles don’t ever change, even though the ensuing years continue to pass by.

So, with this in mind, I have identified a few “Evergreen Articles” from my blog to share with you. Chances are you have not dug deep into the archives of The Interpreted Rock to see these Writs of Wisdom. Although, for the life of me...I can’t imagine why not. All attempts at humor aside, I do hope you find these evergreen articles thought provoking, fun or helpful in some way. If you like them, be sure to share them with family and friends. Enjoy!

The Pizza Caper...A Nine Year Old's Sneaky Adventure!

I Long For a Victimless America!

"The One That Got Away"...A Tribute To My Father

Lessons From A Nine Year Old!

The Rescue - A McKenzie River Adventure

My Defining Moment in Time - A Teenage Perspective

My Experience With Autism

A Father’s Proudest Moment

Lessons I learned from a childhood experience with bullying

Hawaii - 5 - O

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Lessons I learned from a childhood experience with bullying

By Stephen C. Schultz The dew around the window was starting to bead up. In a classic case of chaos theory, the little beads of water gave way to gravity and randomly bounced and bumped their way to the window sill like a steal marble in a pinball game. There was a small pool of water in the cracked and peeling beige paint. I sat facing the window, staring at the small engraved stone nestled in the flower beds. There weren’t many flowers at this time of year. Mostly rhododendrons and Oregon grapes reaching skyward from the damp bark mulch that covered the planter area. The month of January in Eugene Oregon was filled with days and days of mist and fog. In fact, pretty much from October through June was filled with fog, rain, mist, showers, freezing rain and occasionally snow. The local weathermen didn’t bother with predictions about the chance of precipitation; they took pride in developing new adjectives to describe the type of precipitation and how much you can expect.

Perfectly Wicked - A new take on an old fairy tale!

Guest Blogger Amanda Schultz Age 15 There she was…hair as black as night, lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow. Standing by the window, washing dishes, whistling while she worked. Snow White. I shudder with disgust every time I hear her name. What kind of a name is that anyway? “Snow White”. Gahhh, it’s a name that practically begs to be made fun of. Yet, there she goes, frolicking around like she owns the Enchanted Forest. No. I’m the Queen. I’m in charge. My magic mirror was mistaken. I’m the Fairest of them all, not that sorry excuse for a princess. One bite from my poison apple and that air-head will be so ugly not even her mother could love her. And I will be the Fairest once again! I suppose that I should rewind a little bit. It wasn’t always a competition between Snow White and me. In fact, back in the day, we had a nice little system going on. I would rule the kingdom and practice my magic, while Snow did the dishes and tended the garden. She stayed out of my w

"Sugar and Spice" - A Child's Kindness

By Stephen C. Schultz I recall a childhood rhyme that went something like this; “…sugar and spice and everything nice…that’s what little girls are made of!” As the father of three daughters and one son, there is no doubt about the truthfulness of that saying. I was in San Diego a couple of weeks ago with my family. We were down at Seaport Village right on the bay having lunch. It was a beautiful day, sun shining, light breeze and we were eating on an outside deck. We were engaged in a conversation about what we wanted to do later that day when I noticed my youngest daughter, a fifth grader, was focused on something else. So, I turned to see what she was gazing at. She was following the movements of a transient man who had walked up onto the deck and was systematically searching the garbage cans for food. He was looking in each receptacle and reaching in to move the contents around. At one can, his hand came out with a partially eaten sandwich of some kind. He reached back

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