Micro versus Macro is a battle I fight frequently. The curious me draws me into an online world where I begin to explore new worlds. Esoteric subjects attract me and pull me along into a deeper and deeper well of knowledge. Finding the truth can be tricky. My stomach saves me. The grumble and rumble of hunger pulls me back into my home environment. Out the kitchen window a large hawk sits among the bare branches of a tulip tree. Along the old wooden trellis under the old wild cherry trees a baby squirrel scampers. My daughters calls to me, "When are you going to do my nails?" The Micro surfing must stop. My Macro world is calling out to me, "You live here with your family." The big picture is where I must live my life. A mother's work must go on...
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