-
Be Who You Are
We have a strong, dramatic streak that runs through our family. Not everyone is in theater, but many of us know how to “bring it” when we want to get a response from others or just feel like being momentary drama kings or queens. I’ll own that streak. Mom used to call me Sarah Bernhardt;…
-
It’s Not Really My Thing
Communication is a necessary life skill. I have a knack for talking–some say I talk too much–but it comes easily when I’m with people I can see face-to-face. Or even on a zoom call. Speaking to a camera with no response from an attentive listener isn’t my thing. I was asked by a dear friend…
-
It Wasn’t My Fault
photo courtesy of Robin Battison on Unsplash It was one of those grim grey days of winter that can feel unusual for Florida. It had been raining all day, and the roads were slick and the ground mushy. I was driving home from work, exiting off the toll road and thinking I’d be home in…
-
Gator Gazing
With my little sister in town, we decided to brave Orlando Wetlands for a walk and a little gator gazing. From a distance. It was a cold day, so I knew the alligators would be out sunning themselves because their cold-blooded bodies don’t naturally heat up like ours. This was my sister’s third time in…
-
I Wasn’t Made For This
This isn’t Florida. It isn’t home. We recently were in Indiana for the memorial of a dear friend, and the morning we were to leave, we found snow had joyfully covered the ground during the night. Without asking if it was convenient for those who don’t drive in snow and ice. Without considering if said…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Tip of My Iceberg 