Elizabeth D Strand

Schools:

Third Street Elementary School Black River Falls WI 1974-1977, Forrest Street Elementary School Black River Falls WI 1977-1978, Cochrane - Fountain City Elementary School Fountain City WI 1978-1981

Community:

Harvey Bell, David Ames, Tracey Korpal, Nancy Wenger

Schools:

Fairhope High School Fairhope AL 1970-1974

Community:

Billy Cooper

Schools:

Crook County High School Prineville OR 1979-1983

Community:

Shelli Stacy, Katherina Miano, Janene Coffman, Denise Green, Theresa Deluccia

Schools:

St. Martin's Academy Rapid City SD 1965-1969

Community:

Sandra Nettles, Lourdes Macias, Stacy Stacia, Loretta Egger, Kathy Williams, Mary Hoff, Mischel Janibagian, Dora Perdomo, Veleria Jones, Pat Allard, Carol Thoene

Graduates:

Elizabeth Strand (1977-1978),
Donna Piette (1974-1975)

Graduates:

Casey Radatz (1984-1997),
Ashley Duellman (1996-1999),
Elizabeth Strand (1978-1981)

Graduates:

Elizabeth Strand (1979-1983),
Linda Borgen (1971-1979),
Corynn Stoltenberg (1990-1991),
David Pedersen (1968-1975)

Graduates:

Elizabeth Strand (1997-2001),
David Hennessey (2003-2007),
Dan Pflugshaupt (1986-1990),
Sue Durand Busse (1983-1987)

Oslo

Locality:

CINCINNATI, Ohio

Gender:

Female

Birthday:

1943

About:

I am no less, no more, than any other human on this planet, yet I feel “completely out of keeping with this specified epoch in which I find myself.” After dancing here, so long, the music commands my ...

Bragging Rights:

I find within each moment here Passion sates all I fear. I roll over to your kisses so sweet As your hand ever so gently lowers the sheet... Tip toeing across sensation's wire Truly limits innate desire Dance where warriors fear to tread, I swim in waters sailors dread! Arching against the passion so rare Again your fist tangles in my hair Only your body can create this song As his desire has commanded me all along... My body, ripe from your intense stare Your desire for me, the only garment I wear. Your fingers and mouth elicit responses An epoch of enlightenment, more than the Renaissance's! It is not on bread, we simply dine Nor champagne, or strawberries laced with wine It is not about the slap on my hand, How can I teach them to understand? Not with my body do you teach me My spirit and mind, are how you reach me. You lift my thoughts above my self Ask me to reach for the higher shelf. You've freed me in this place of submission Not with torture, no, that was not your mission. You taught me the value of the Golden Spur... Not to threat nor promise did I concur... He reached inside and pulled out the pain He showed me my tears were only the rain. I released the echoes that made me this way... On the higher shelf was a brand new day!

Tagline:

Oslo, Interaction designer