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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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January
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- Happy Birthday ...
- The Space Between
- motherhood: that which, in any season, renders rat...
- Footprints
- My Mother’s Life: The Musical … You’ll Wish You’d ...
- Sharing Friendship
- A Mother's Braids
- Learning To Swim Again
- Tracks In The Snow
- winter standoff
- the difference of distance
- the limited power of snow
- the mid-winter reflections of a parent
- I like to bake my cake ... and eat it too
- Why Making Major Life Decisions Is Hard, But Shoul...
- Divergence
- The Skeletal Day
- The Discomfort of True Love
- Getting a handle on things
- I am Five, Hear Me Roar
- My Grocery Lists
- New Foods Can Be Trying
- Trapped In Winter
- Happy Birthday ... With Love Baked In
- to my wife on her birthday ... a thank you for the...
- Strawberry Malt
- Barry Bonds Should Be In The Hall Of Fame
- Sibling Smiles
- Parental Vortex
- Searching For Alternative Definitions
- I love what you've done with winter!
- Dinner Party
- why I tell my son I love him, would never tell him...
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- New Years Walk
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