Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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The New Right Side Up
Life changes more rapidly than I do. I can still learn new tricks. It wasn’t all that long ago that upon entering my home after a morning walk, I’d be met with silence. John isn’t a morning person–he has fewer words than I do and he chooses not to use them up first thing in…
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He Misses No One
He takes walks with his parents daily for exercise and fresh air. Beck, at eighteen months, sees this as an opportunity to greet people. This Denver grand of mine is one of the kindest, most engaging young people I know. When he’s at the park with his parents, he waves at every car that…
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Who Will I Be Now?
In a home where the young people are closely attentive to their devices, two-year-old Cal isn’t limited by a screen. He operates with a little bit of whimsy and a lot of moxie. I envy his flexibility. In a time when people are defined by the circumstances of social distancing and a virus that refuses…
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The Best Of Rest
The days run into one another like watercolors blending along edges. Smudged and undefined. Maneuvering through blurred lines of life and a house with ten people and two dogs can undermine the strongest of adults. For a two-year-old, it can be daunting. Cal is a genuinely happy and chatty little guy. He tolerates the two…
Tip of My Iceberg 