Leah Rayanne
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You are what you tweet.
- This is staggering. If this is the kind of damage done in 6 months, I can't imagine the result of four years. ucsusa.org/center-science… 2 days ago
- RT @RWPUSA: "Made in America" theme week at the White House? Are they kidding? Their own election wasn't even made in America. 4 days ago
- Institutionalized children are 10 times more likely to become prostitutes and 500 times more likely to commit suici… twitter.com/i/web/status/8… 5 days ago
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Tag Archives: adults
I’m not a grown-up.
I have a confession to make. My last post makes me really sad. It just seems like it must have been written by someone wholly resigned to reality—that is to say, it must have been written by a grown-up. If … Continue reading
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Tagged adults, children, growing up, grown-ups, hope, imagination, life, One Dead Poet, reality
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Grown-ups should be more like kids.
Apparently my sisters woke up this morning dead set on having a Winter lemonade stand. Their idea was to go door-to-door in the neighborhood selling cups of hot chocolate for a quarter. Brilliant, I thought. Too cold outside, thought Dad and … Continue reading
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Tagged adults, children, grown-ups, happiness, hot chocolate, kids, lemonade stand, life, One Dead Poet
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