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The Fearsome Fuss Cycle
I sat with grins galore as I watched Tiffany try to feed Brooklyn. Brooklyn, at six months of age, has already demonstrated that she’s an independent thinker. Her parents have been trying for quite some time to get her to eat people food. Not steak and fries, mind you. The pulverized, looks-like-it’s-already-been-chewed kind of food. Veggies and fruit that look…
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The Dad Piece Of The Pie
Father’s Day has always been a fun holiday to celebrate. I had a great Dad. And I married above my pay grade. Dad would always make a fuss about our homemade gifts when we were little. He was a grateful man. We felt like the best kids in the world because he made us feel so…
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When The Sun Is Obscured By Darkness
I’ve lived in Mickeyville a good while. We’ve kidded about Orlando being just that since we moved here. The City Beautiful. Vacation destination. The escape plan for many snowbirds. Our newspaper refers to us now as part of the fraternity of U.S. cities who’ve experienced terrorism. Not a moniker any city wants to claim.…
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FOMO And Fear Are Unhappy Bedfellows
There was definitely something wrong with the picture. I wasn’t in it. That does sound rather self-centered. Truth is, anytime I see a group picture, I look to see what I look like first and then look at the whole. That does make it about me. This concern was legitimate. I wasn’t even in the…
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