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Category Archives: DISILLUSION
CHAOS REIGNED
This was my first caucus. It may be my last. In California we held primaries and I recall always thinking how patriotically engaging it must be to actively participate in the democratic process like some states do. I was raised … Continue reading
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SPOILER ALERT
How did you feel when you first learned there wasn’t a Santa Claus? I can remember the time as clearly as anything in my childhood. A neighbor girl who was a year older than me blurted it out one day … Continue reading
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