It's seven AM.
Someone can't
wait.When I was little, there was always something so exciting and magical about the first snowfall of the year. I'd forgotten about that until now.
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A single, rural mama's ramblings about parenting boys, finding herself (oh brother), struggle and joy, juggling more jobs than you can shake a stick at, creativity as we attempt to not only survive but somehow live a fulfilling and rich life below the poverty line, humor as a coping mechanism when you'd be a basket case otherwise, and all the beauty that IS.
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