Busy Bees
photog | motorcyclist | sledhead | kayaker | wordpress blogger | glamper, lover of travel | booknerd | grammar nazi
My journey back home
No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness - Aristotle
Staying Connected
Rhymes and Reasons
Carpe Diem
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Bake Up Something Sweet
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My journey to places, people, and ideas
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Tales from a chick with chronic illness and pain
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The Life & Ramblings Of A Zillennial
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Excellent! Yes, the stingers are there to remind us to be cautious around them.
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My childhood with often bare feet running in the grass has many baking soda memories.
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This is what happens when you are in a meeting and need to get your poetry done for the day.
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