Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Is It Time To Hope Yet?
We are all doing life differently. A friend is having a drive-by birthday party for her husband, where those who love them have a half hour to drive past their home and acknowledge another milestone passing without the opportunity to celebrate in person. Birthday celebrations meant to be fun. Mason turned two this past weekend,…
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Shipwrecked Or Salvaged?
What does one do when stuck inside, limited to interactions with whoever is within four walls, and being on a computer more than I ever imagined? Watch old movies that remind me of times when I was younger and didn’t know what pandemic meant. I’m a huge fan of old Disney movies–anything made for kids…
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The Year The Bunny Went AWOL
As a child, Easter was a time of chocolate eggs (I couldn’t stand those with marshmallows in them), jelly beans, and a family gathering with my Mom’s relatives, all of whom lived in the Chicago area. The Easter Bunny was very real to me; it didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand how he acquired eggs…
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Not So Hidden Hero
It’s not easy to fight a battle when you can’t see the enemy. Warfare brings the connotation of enemies coming against each other, weapons ready, to annihilate and destroy for the purpose of a greater end. In traditional warfare, the enemy is seen. Better understood. In the battle we fight now, against a virus and…
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Please Don’t Fence Me In
When I was in first grade, my teacher was a stickler for coloring within the lines. I had a rather cavalier attitude about crayons; I wasn’t particular about lines because I daydreamed while coloring. I wouldn’t pay attention to the edges–which got me “messy” stickers. My twin sister, however, was a neat and clean color…
Tip of My Iceberg 