Tip of My Iceberg

It had been an incredibly long day.  We first went to my grandson’s soccer game, a wonderful reminder that I haven’t changed in my sideline demeanor from the days my six children were playing the game.  That in and of itself was disheartening.  Then my daughter’s family, with me in tow, decided to go to…

Heather, my oldest, and I stood at the bottom of the climbing tower, looking up to the top, bending our necks like ostriches, watching Isley, her two-year-old daughter, my granddaughter, as she made it to the top.  Not an easy climb for one with a small stature, but she has more courage and less fear…

My granddaughter, Sydney, had wanted a bunny for a pet for a long time.  So much so that, when our neighbor asked what she wanted for her birthday, and she told her about the desired bunny, she said her mom probably wouldn’t let her have one.  But she should consider it as a possibility anyway.…

I tend to think and speak in hyperbole.  I come by exaggeration naturally–my dad was an amazing story teller, and it has passed to me to be the family embellisher.  Dad used to tell me that stories improve with the telling, like the size of the one that got away.  I’m a visual learner, so…