Tag: caring
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The One That Didn’t Get Away
Dad loved to fish. He also loved to tell a great story. Fishing was Dad’s method of getting away and decompressing. Having learned as a boy on a small farm in Texas, he’d find time and a place when needed. We’d accompany him on occasion. None of us were ever true fisherman, but watching him […]
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Rain, Rain, Go Away
When I was a kid, I enjoyed rain. Lots of rain. I was a Class A puddle splasher. Having my shoes and every stitch of clothing I wore become drenched was fun. It made making mud pies in the flower beds easier. Now I appreciate what rain does for all things green. The necessity of […]
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Anticipation Has Left The Building
It looked like a graveyard. Christmas blow-ups. Deflated and dejected in their decompressed sadness. We went walking a few days after Christmas, and I felt despondent when I saw the dead-looking blow-ups. It was the let-down of the after-holiday rush. The anticipation was past. Nothing immediate to look forward to. And I was tired. […]
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When Conflict Is The Conversation
I’ve been in Prague, Czech Republic for a week. I missed the hoopla. Darn. I went with my sister; I worked on team building with various groups in the city while she was speaking to students and business people. The folks we were around were from all walks of life. The cultural differences […]
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The Bursting of the Bubbily Bubbles
There’s nothing like a bathtub full of bubbles to make you smile. I’ve watched my grandkids turn from frumpy to fun-loving with a fistful of bubbles. They make bubble beards, bubble biceps, bubble hats, bubble mountains. The creativity and fun is endless with the foamy white that fills the tub. Isley uses two washcloths she […]
Tip of My Iceberg 