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Treasured Tears
Years ago my mother-in-law had several small bottles made of carnival glass, pressed glass, brilliantly colored and shimmery. Carnival glass was popular at the beginning of the twentieth century and got its name from often being the prizes that could be won at carnivals. Mom had them displayed in a few places, but I never…
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You Can’t See Me
The grands were racing around our house, playing hide and seek. We limited them to the downstairs–I’d just cleaned the upstairs. The idea of letting chaos claim the whole house wasn’t what I would choose. They hid in the pantry, behind chairs, in John’s office, and under benches. Cal, frustrated with all the good hiding…
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Life Is Beautifully Imperfect
It was freezing by Florida standards, and to complicate matters, it was drizzling and overcast. I was dropping off two of the littles at preschool, and my fingers were so cold that they elicited cries of complaint as I zipped up coats. I dropped the boys off, noticing the adults were rubbing their hands together…
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Birds, Buddies, And Binoculars
We’d had a team meeting on my back porch. With everyone’s concerns for safety and not wanting to chance exposure to anything viral, it was a safe, sunny, and sweet space to talk about the specifics of our jobs. The meeting lasted several hours, and lunch was a welcome break. We got our meals and…
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What’s In A Name?
I’ve given nicknames for as long as I can remember. Sometimes it’s just to shorten a multi-syllabic name. Usually, it’s a term of endearment. I’ve been quite attuned to people as I’ve given names. Some are short versions of their own; others are creative ideas because of who they are. My grands have me beat.…
Tip of My Iceberg 