Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Curiouser and Curiouser
She’s learning to eat solid food. She’s not overly impressed. Thea is nine months old, and her folks began introducing people food to her a couple of months ago. Her response has been more to play with it than to eat it. Unless it’s something she can pick up with her hands and maneuver it…
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Change Of Plans
We were on a ferry from the Aran Islands heading back to the mainland of Ireland. These are a group of three islands off the west coast of the Emerald Isle, and we were returning from the largest of the three, Inishmore. It had been raining for several hours, and the wind had started to…
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Wearin’ Of The Green
When I was in sixth grade, my teacher, Mrs. Wagner, had us write our very first research paper. We could pick any country in the world and find out as much as we could about the history, customs, and local landmarks. Crafting it into a paper with footnotes and creating a poster board with pictures…
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The Princess And Her Cars
She dresses in princess gowns most days, enjoying the feeling of being and playing like a royal. But her favorite toys are cars and trucks. Kolly is an outside-of-the-box thinker. She doesn’t tolerate anyone brushing her hair, but at times it bothers her that it’s in her face. She’ll try anything that any of the…
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What Does Change Mean?
I was recently at a butterfly exhibition where the beautiful winged creatures were fluttering around the enclosure. Then I spotted this display–a multitude of chrysalises at various stages of development. Some butterflies were ready to emerge; others were earlier in the process. The hard outer covering protecting the pupae is of their own creation. It…
Tip of My Iceberg 