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Cheat Sheet

Today instead of blogging, I could just put a link to this post adding the words, what she said. It seems some days blogging worlds and words collide.

The midwinter post about nothing and everything.

Winter. Cold, bleak, grey. Outside the air is heavy with lazy breath rising through the cold. Sound carries well through the thick air of winter. Nothing else seems to get through. Nothing. The warmth of

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell am I? Easy question, right? I am mother, daughter, sister, wife. Friend, teacher, a lover and a fighter. I run, I laugh. I dance, badly. I am woman. Hear me roar. But that, that's