Tag: restrictions
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Cataclysmic Containment
They watched and waited so long for her to learn to walk, urging her to try harder as she stood and rocked back and forth, squatted down, rose back up, then sat. Her big sister was her biggest cheerleader, telling her she could do it. They’re now rethinking their enthusiasm. Thea was a very fast…
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The Together Tether
One of the side benefits of watching Beck in Colorado is the chance to walk their dog, Wallace Waffles Wickberg, better known as Wally. We used to have a dog–Pudgy lasted sixteen years with our more than over-the-top family love. And once he passed, John made it clear there would be no more dogs. I…
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Fear Makes Us Do Funny Things
I’ve washed the top several layers of skin off my hands. Meetings have been canceled; group gatherings are scrapped. The shelves are empty of toilet paper, water, wipes, and macaroni and cheese. Here in Florida, it feels a little like preparation for a hurricane. This is a different kind of bad. A unique kind of…
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What Does A “Yes” Cost Me?
Avast, me hearties! There’s riches for the takin’ if we just set our sights on what’s out there! Arrrrgh! Pirates in their fictionalized state are fun. When the grands were here recently, one of the make-believe scenarios they loved to act out was being pirates. Books like Treasure Island and Peter Pan add to the imagination. Pirates had the…
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Wrapping It (Her) Up For The Night
You can’t keep a good woman down. Even if she’s not quite two feet tall. Brooklyn, at five weeks, doesn’t sit still. She flails. Moving her arms as if they had a life of their own. Not hard to understand. Her mom, aunts and uncle were constant motion machines. Genetic flailing. Brooklyn is adjusting to living…
Tip of My Iceberg 