Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Is There Ever Enough?
I stared at the improbable pile of drinks. Dr. Pepper, Root Beer, Bubly, Polar, Ice–more drinks than John and I could consume in a year. They’re not for us. We don’t drink soda. We do, however, have a parade of grands and their friends that come through here daily to choose what they will imbibe…
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Who Do You See Now?
I’ve worn glasses since I was in the fifth grade. I finally got contact lenses in high school, but I hated the “four-eyes” moniker with the ugly glasses I had. I avoided glasses for a full year by borrowing the pair of the boy who sat next to me. Seeing, even at a young age,…
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Beauty Is In The Full Palette
Schools have begun in various iterations around the country. Virtual, face-to-face, and a hybrid with a little bit of both. The adjustments are much different from years past. But when you’re two and a half, and this is the first day of school ever, it’s a whole new adventure. Cousins Callum and Mason are only…
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Wheels Don’t Make The Deal
Right before John and I got married, he’d purchased a new car that was sleek, had a monster engine, and could hit speeds I’d never driven before. I know because I used to drive that car to the school where I taught on country roads. I hit 110 miles per hour. What a rush. Years…
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A Little Dirt Goes A Long Way
Other than Girl Scout camping in cabins, I’ve been real-life camping only once. We lived in California at the time, and a few friends invited us on a three-day camping trip somewhere in the San Bernardino mountains. We had five kids, ten and under, and no equipment. Folks lent us tents and other essentials to…
Tip of My Iceberg 