Parsed into a million moments
Answering to almost as many names yet
Rendered mute
Entering the next one knowing
Nothing except that humility
Ties no ones hands
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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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- hypocrisy thy hair is long and tasty
- seven minutes on the couch
- Indian Summer
- Spring in Ann Arbor
- Living The Dream
- Of Orange Cones and Education
- Growing Up
- Parenthood
- Child
- Parent
- Always tell the truth to your children
- Seasonal Change
- spring stains
- Acceptance
- the limits of a warm late winter day
- there is snow and then ...
- waiting
- Questioning The Past
- Rabbit Magic
- confluence
- pretty
- windows down
- seasonal transitions
- Winter Recovery
- One Day Post Vomit
- Turning Point
- Of Distraction and Perfectiom
- chasing time
- packing snow
- Parenting is always in context
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