Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Grand Intentions; Gargantuan Goofs
I didn’t mean for it to happen. How many times in life have I said that? We had family over for a celebration. The kids determined they would cook dinner. A sweet gift to me. I’d rather play. The grands all wanted to go outside, so we trooped out back to see what trouble…
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I Really Don’t Know Clouds At All*
Sitting on my porch, the quiet draped over me like a warm blanket softly covering my shoulders. The sun flitted through the clouds, like an old friend playing hide and seek. Or more like a young child who can’t stay hidden for long and jumps out yelling, “I’m here!” I love sunshine and blue skies,…
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What Do You Do With A General?
In “White Christmas”, Bing Crosby croons, “What do you do with a general when he stops being a general?” For him, it was questioning how to honor a man who is no longer given the chance to do what he’s trained his whole life to do. It’s a question many have today when men and…
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Some Things You Never Outgrow
A big sink. Running water. Dishwashing soap. Three of the best ingredients for hours of kid fun and mess. At two, Cal has become the roaming scavenger whenever he enters our home–accessible food, toys he can push, throw, or kick, and bubbles. Treasures that bring grins. I store a large container of dish soap in…
Tip of My Iceberg 