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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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March
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- an auspicious start to the season
- Perfect Imperfection
- The Response Is In The Context
- Extant Responsibility
- exhaustion knows no season
- Which are you?
- Bus Ride
- Sweet Dreams
- Waking Up To Love
- The Tenaciousness of Spring
- Getting Over Auntie Em
- Growing Backwards
- I hate it when dogs try to predict the weather
- questions in late winter
- sNOw
- I'll Give You My Huddled Masses
- Optimism
- Of Spring, Last Gasps, and Inevitability
- My Stuffed Turtle
- of Swords and Plowshares
- Drawing a Blank
- March 10th
- Midnight Feeding
- Moving
- first warm day in march
- Do It Yourself Doublestuff
- Heroism
- Ensure
- The Least of These
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