While my dad thought I was practicing my #CincodeMayo moves, Mom knew I was rolling in birdie poo after she had just given me a bath.
While my dad thought I was practicing my #CincodeMayo moves, Mom knew I was rolling in birdie poo after she had just given me a bath.
Young journalists covering stories that matter.
My words are ornamental.
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The Life of a Rescued Stray
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A Writer's Workshop
Everything Nature in NE Illinois / SE Wisconsin!
Stories told through Words, Photographs, Videos & Sounds
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