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The liberal blog of Matthew Rozsa, a PhD student of American history at Lehigh University. Friday, April 18, 2014.
Seven months, 30,000 miles, and 24 states. Thursday, March 22, 2007. Tim and I had a great time writing about our trip in 2006 and we hope that you enjoyed reading about it and seeing the pictures. Chase is still getting about 16 hours of sleep every day in his favorite spot in the house. Life is good! I have started a new blog which will be focused primarily on daily dose.
Is an international episodic documentary web series featuring three stories from the United States, Cambodia, and Australia of forgiving the unforgivable. Risking Light Wins The Pachamama Award! Have been announced with.
When all things will be made right. Monday, July 20, 2015. After Owen died, we went into survival mode. I had no energy for anything except my grief. We lived, breathed and ate our grief. It was everywhere and in everything; in the clear blue skies outside our window, the sounds of children playing down the street, the grocery store. But what is the mission? .