Tag: identity
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A Little Dab Will Do You
I understand the choice to color one’s hair. I found my first gray hairs when I was quite young, and the decision to not leave them that way came when a young boy, a friend of my son, looked at me and said, “Mrs. Rogers, you’re so old!” Bring on the color. People do it…
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Fan Zone
We went all out. Yes, we’re fans of the American men’s soccer team. Shamelessly. We went as far as putting sparkly tattoos on our faces with stars, flags, and USA emblazoned across our faces. We rooted wildly for the US to beat Australia, with almost twenty people in our family room, screaming with joy when…
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Fancy Dancy
It’s fascinating to see how our definition of “fancy” changes as we get older. Little girls often love to wear extravagantly decorative dresses with a lot of flounce and jeweled finery. Older girls want to look older than they are, so they dress like teenagers in their efforts to pass muster as those they imitate.…
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Who Am I Really?
At seven years of age, Ward shows up in a multitude of ways. He can be the dapper young man who is polite and gracious. He can be the focused student who strives to do his best in class, or the fiercely competitive soccer player who pushes himself to practice and improve his shot, or…
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Is It Me I See?
We have a plethora of sandhill cranes in central Florida, and their hatching season is now. They strut all over our headquarters with an arrogance tantamount to their size. They’re annoying. They don’t seem to fear anything human. If you get too close to their chicks, they stretch out their wings, which extend six to…
Tip of My Iceberg 