Hanging from my hand
Slipping on frozen footsteps;
My son’s winter hike
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The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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- Water Damage
- Windy Day
- The End of February
- Hasheem Thabeet for Governor of Wisconsin
- Seren's Summer Poem
- Daddy
- Daffodil Delayed
- Parenting is like ...
- America's Last Supper
- Linda Cohn and Happiness
- winter hike ... or what it's like to be dragged al...
- Monday
- My mother's love
- I want a Gatorade bath
- Midnight Reunion
- Valentines Basics
- Beethoven and Me
- Life as subtraction
- Morning Mourning
- A child's hope for winter
- Monkeying around with discipline
- Waiting For Love
- Obama waits for the Lord, maybe my kids can too
- Mubarak and Parenting
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