‘Twas ever thus and ever so, a traveler by the name of Bo, Who’d wandered and a wand’ring would go, To the far off Eastern oceans, to the Western desert plains, To the mountains high and rivers low, and everwhere inbetween. Yes, Bo Bid’ley was a traveler, to many a far-off land, From here to […]
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When in darkest night, I all alone in tempest myself find, When the reckoning has come, with truth unveiled for lies, When the dagger pierces armor, and the poison thorn my side, When grief has overrun, and anguish turned the tide, When hate’s deceitful song echoes blindly in my mind, When all is lost and
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Turn back the sands of time that now just slip away, And recall with me those memories that the years have come to fade. Remember how I held you close, your heart right next to mine, And the world was never big enough, and everything sublime. Turn back the sands of time, and walk with me again; Let not the tide
It’s funny. If you’re like me, you may have found yourself at times in situations where your parenting abilities have suddenly abandoned you. Gone is that strong, confident person from only moments before, and in their place is someone who momentarily questions whether they have any idea at all as to what they’re doing. You
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To say it correctly, imagine you’re a six-foot, two-hundred-and-fifty-pound Norwegian shopkeeper named Oaken from the Disney movie Frozen. Now, in a high falsetto voice, exclaim: “Yoo-hoo! Big summer blowout!” If you’re having trouble picturing this, try imagining my daughters, Cati and Anya, at ages 3 and 5, riding in the shopping cart at Walmart, saying “Yoo-hoo!
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In silent reverie, I dream Of days long past and memories – Faded hopes of what might be, Now trampled under the underneath, Of scars, of wounds, of cuts too deep. The ties that bind, bound now bleed, And into the abyss I seep – Forgotten, Alone, Empty. A victim of my own misery, This
I received your call and text today, But I don’t want to talk about the weather. Though I’m sure we could have a pleasant chat, Something’s weighing on me that’s much heavier. It’s ironic I chose you to confide, With all your faults and failures, For it’s not my judgment you set aside, Preferring
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