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I’ve spent most of this month with a few different ideas for what I wanted this particular post to be about, did I want to talk about it being a year since the pandemic began? or the toll a year of working through the pandemic has taken on essential workers? or a millon other things
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I’ve found myself thinking a lot about grief lately and my experiences with it in my own life. Grief isn’t something easy to talk about, or something I necessarily ever thought I’d be writing a blog post about but when something sticks around like this I usually find that I have to write it. One
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Does anybody have a map?Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this?I don’t know if you can tellBut this is me just pretending to knowSo where’s the map?I need a clue‘Cause the scary truth isI’m flying blindAnd I’m making this up as I go “Anybody Have A Map” from Dear Evan Hansen
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When her family appears to be on the verge of forgetting christmas Ellayne acts fast to remind them what the spirit of the season is all about, and learns a thing or two along the way herself.
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What have I learned over the past four years? About blogging not much…I’m still kinda flying blind. About myself? A lot more.
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I was supposed to write this blog the day Unus Annus ended, but time got away from me… Unus Annus has been over for a few days now, and for those of you who may not know what Unus Annus was, well it was a youtube channel that created new videos every day for a
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If you don’t like politics, or don’t want to read about politics then I’d advise you to stop reading. I wasn’t going to write this tonight, I was going to sleep… There were times during this year that I wasn’t going to write this post at all. I don’t know if this post will even
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Let me repeat the title of this post Art matters. Maybe let’s put it in bold? Art Matters. Now throw in some italics and some all caps? ART MATTERS. No matter how it is written…the words still ring true. ART MATTERS. You may be getting the idea that this is personal to me, and you’d be
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Erin had grown up in a world full of laughter and light, of moments that she held onto tightly because in her current world…well memories like that were the only things that could keep you going. There was hope in those memories, hope that humanity was better than the monsters they had descended
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