There’s a poem I ran across tonight while blog surfing. I’d love to include the poem in its entirety, but instead I will send you to Bugbear:
This is exactly how I feel. Why do I allow myself to get chained to the computer, inside, on a perfect day?
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There’s a poem I ran across tonight while blog surfing. I’d love to include the poem in its entirety, but instead I will send you to Bugbear:
This is exactly how I feel. Why do I allow myself to get chained to the computer, inside, on a perfect day?
Novelist, composer, choir director, hobby photographer, mom of four, and budding disability rights activist--why yes, in fact I do have my hands full.