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Hello, dear readers. If you’re reading this, chances are you’ve felt it, too. That rising pressure in the air. The noise that comes not just from the headlines, but from the glances, the muttered words, the silences where there should be kindness. The world feels heavier, louder, sharper than it did before. And for many
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(Warning: does mention violence.) In the heart of the tumultuous 19th century, my great-grandfather Jakob’s journey from Odessa to North Dakota stands as a beacon of resilience and the universal quest for peace. As a family historian, I’ve always felt deeply connected to my ancestors, particularly those who faced extraordinary challenges. Their stories, passed down
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It’s true! No, really—people say that. A lot. And every time I hear it, something inside me raises an eyebrow. Not my literal eyebrow, because those often do their own thing. But that deep, curious, autistic-math-brained part of me that calculates odds faster than a roulette wheel on fire? Yeah, that part leans in. Because
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By Oddly Robbie – One of One When I was a young dad, I made a quiet vow: I would never box my daughters into roles someone else carved out of thin air and outdated beliefs. Back then, in our little Mormon circle, it was common—almost expected—for little girls to say, “When I grow up,
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(By Oddly Robbie – One of One) People love tossing around phrases like little invisible darts: • “My time.” • “Your time.” • “Time is money.” Oof. That one always makes me flinch a little. Today, my partner gamed all morning—eyes bright, smiling at pixels, immersed in his virtual world. Later, he sighed something about
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Here is a GPT that brings a museum or artifact or anything historic to life! It’s fun free education and I save no data. Click link below. Enjoy! Free for my followers and their friends! A fun way to learn! Easy to use. https://chatgpt.com/g/g-67dc2581c12481919a335b884d89303c-living-artifacts
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Let this sink in: I am a part of this earth, and the earth is part of me. I own nothing, and nothing owns me. I carry memories, not things. These words have become my mantra as my partner and I prepare for our move to Costa del Sol, Spain. We’ve done this before—packing our
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There’s a moment—rare, fleeting, almost sacred—when the curtain closes, the lights dim, and the performance ends. It’s then we catch a glimpse of truth: people stop acting and simply become themselves. Much of life feels like a staged performance. We rehearse lines, wear costumes of conformity, and nod on cue. We perform because society expects
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The show must go on.
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Intro: When History Starts to Rhyme History has a way of whispering warnings before it shouts. Right now, across the world—from Germany to the U.S., Argentina to Hungary—we’re seeing familiar patterns emerge. Far-right movements are creeping back into power, rewriting history, scapegoating the vulnerable, and treating democracy like a suggestion rather than a foundation. If
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Frank Sinatra disco dancing in the rain. Imagine it. The smooth crooner, tuxedo soaked, grooving under neon lights with a bass-heavy beat thumping in the background. It’s ridiculous, it’s mesmerizing, and in the age of AI, it’s absolutely possible. We’re at the cusp of a musical revolution where AI doesn’t just assist artists—it transforms how
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Hello, fellow wanderers of the quirky, odd, and uniquely Robbie-esque! Today, I come to you with big news wrapped in irony, stirred with a hint of AI, and sprinkled with an expat dream that’s about to become reality. Yes, folks, I’m doing it again—Oddly Robbie is trying to expat once more. And where am I
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