Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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When The Spotlight Is On
Two very different productions in three days, with two very different grands who expressed their talent in two vastly different roles. I couldn’t have been more proud of them both. Nine-year-old Isley had her first taste of true theater as she played a newsie, kids who sold newspapers on the streets, in the musical “The…
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Did We Miss A Party?
I know several people who have birthdays during December who work hard at not combining Christmas with their personal birth celebration. I’m related to a few of them. When I was little, I had a friend whose birthday was on Christmas Eve, and having a rather large family, her birthday always got rolled into…
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A Hoot Of A Christmas Mystery
It began with one. Out of nowhere, it appeared. A small owl made of straw-like material, decked with holly berries, greenery, and tiny pine cones. Stuck at the end of a wire, placed in the lawn close to the house. I immediately thought of Ethan, seventeen and possessing a very dry sense of humor. One…
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Can You Guess That Carol?
“We three kings of oranges are, bearing gifts we travel so far; Field and fountain, mores the mountains, Follow the wonder star.” I knew what she was singing–she was spot on with her pitch. But Brooklyn, at four, didn’t have context for some of the words for the Christmas carol. So she adjusted. She wasn’t…
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The Ugly Underbelly Of Regret
It wasn’t something I expected to see, something so unusual. Isley ran into the house, yelling for me to follow her outside. Wondering what was so important, I followed. Behind the tree in our backyard, a good-sized female turtle was, we hoped, laying eggs. It was the only reason we could come up with…
Tip of My Iceberg 