Tag: control
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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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This Is MY Time!
I love having the days feel longer as the sun stays out later. A gift from those thoughtful folks who’ve brought us Daylight Savings Time. However, I despise the reality that they steal an hour from me every spring. I know. I get it back in the fall. When life is crazy and more hours…
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When Something So Wrong Seems So Right
The place didn’t look like a florist shop. It was back a ways from the main road. No real parking lot. Cars of all varieties parked haphazardly. I was on a mission to pick up flowers for an event, but this was worth the extra minutes to take time to look around. Not what I…
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Pilgrims, Pathways But No Poultry
“Where are you all going so late?” Ethan and Sydney were wearing bike helmets. With incredible deductive powers of reasoning, I assumed they were going bike riding. “Heading over to Pavilion. We’ll be back in an hour or so.” “Do your folks know?” “Yeah.” “OK.” Pithy conversations. What made this dialogue so intriguing was the…
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I’ll Have My Whine Over Ice
How many ways can someone whine about something over which they have no control? I haven’t hit it yet. The number of ways must be astronomical. I have whiney on the brain. So when I recently passed a store with a sign that spoke to my crabby heart, I had to laugh. It was me.…
Tip of My Iceberg 