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Each evening around 7:30, the Bear Boy and I travel far afield and back in time to ancient Greece where we lash ourselves to the mast with Odysseus, to Europe in the middle ages where we prepare to lay siege … Continue reading
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“If I could have anything I wanted, I would choose story without end, and it seems I have lots of company in that.” ― Annie Barrows, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society Bear Boy has a best friend. … Continue reading
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“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.” ― May Sarton “The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic.” ― Milan Kundera The crow-flying distance between my home … Continue reading
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It’s April 11th and we winter weary Minnesotans are bearing up under another snow storm. Big, fat, juicy flakes of snow are obscuring visibility and making drivers a bit tetchy. In December, January or even February, I would have said … Continue reading
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Our days* are fairly routine: meals, school or work, errands and chores, some play, some writing (if I’m lucky), more errands and chores, bathes, some chatting, snuggles. Rinse and repeat. Of course, the weekends vary some. The day before Easter … Continue reading
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