We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, “Why did this happen to me?” unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way. 2,485 more words
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Sharpen your leanest pencils, folks. Contest info coming soon. Don’t forget to check in at Rawboned often as we approach the cash prize contest entry date.
We had this great loft in kindergarten. The teacher, Mrs. C, kept it stocked with books in a sweetgrass-woven basket and reading pillows, but who would want to page through the picture book when you could throw pingpong balls or, better yet, shoot rubber bands at nerds? 882 more words