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Mitchell Brown
I am a stay at home dad with my two daughters who are a lot stronger than they look. When I'm not cooking, cleaning, dancing, reading, teaching, playing or protecting my eyes and groin, I am writing about this whole experience in all of its ridiculousness.
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- It was an honor to write a story about a superhero like Steve Turner 83degreesmedia.com/features/drums… 4 days ago
- Seems reasonable RT @SansTheHans: @thoughtfulpop !!! RT @drewmagary: FLORIDA. thesmokinggun.com/buster/attacke… 6 days ago
- Morning, y'all. Here's an article I wrote for @83DegreesMedia on the TB Mini Maker Faire --> 83degreesmedia.com/features/maker…. Please share. Thanks! 1 month ago
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Tag Archives: energy
Creating My Own Reality
“…we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.” Things feel different today. Lighter, fresh and bright. … Continue reading
Seeing in the Dark
The sun isn’t up. Short steps and joyful voices bounce across cold floors. Unwilling to open my eyes, I listen to the girls greet the day and the dog clamor for breakfast. Not yet, I think. I’m not ready yet. … Continue reading
Thoughtfully Learning
Thoughts turn into words turn into actions. A very wise friend shared this idea with my wife recently who then shared it with me. It has been a constant in my head ever since and it is making me a … Continue reading
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Tagged actions, communication, daughter, energy, John Hughes, learning, stay-at-home dad, thinking, thoughts, words
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Breakfast on the Beach
I was thinking how strange it was to not be hearing the wandering caw of the seagulls, like the organic white noise on this perfect stretch of beach had just been turned off, when the sand shifted beneath my feet. … Continue reading

