Tip of My Iceberg

I’m not going to lie–I’m not a big fan of Halloween.  Horror isn’t fun.  I have that kind of imagination that remembers the scary stuff way too easily.  And visually.  So the frightening costumes, excessive amounts of blood, cut off heads, dismembered limbs and the like don’t float my boat.  And the fact that the…

Autumn is an insanely beautiful time of the year–in most places other than Florida.  The color doesn’t quite reach down here.  Hurricane season is still going on.  Wind, rain and the need for ongoing lawn mowing is still our reality.  But we haven’t dipped into the really cold temperatures of our northern neighbors either.  And…

I love soccer.  I’m not going to lie–I’m as committed to watching a good soccer game as any sports-addled guy who watches anything played with a ball where someone comes out a winner and sweat is involved.  All six of my kids played the beautiful game.  And now my grandchildren have taken it up.  The…

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…