Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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He’s Coming!
We lived through Charley, Frances, Ivan, and Jeanne. It was 2004, one of the worst hurricane seasons in Florida history. Saturated and blown beyond what was comfortable. We’re set again to have a massive, unwelcome guest headed our way. We’ve no idea when or how he will show up, but we’ll know when he’s here.…
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Would You Like Me If You Really Knew Me?
John and I did a good deed. This past weekend, not only did we have our kickoff retreat, but our oldest daughter and her family were involved in a soccer tournament. Nine-year-old Isley would have preferred being anywhere other than a soccer field. Her skill set is more in the area of theater, dancing, and…
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What Will You Choose To Believe?
Bring a hundred people together for a weekend retreat and there will be differences. Stories, influences, countries that have been traveled, experiences along the way. This crowd of adults and children represented a variety of countries, opportunities, and what the cost had been for them to be present with us. I’m not talking about…
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It Could Drive Me Crazy
Road trips are fun. Seeing the countryside from the highway, admiring the landscape, listening to a book on tape are all things I enjoy. Not my husband so much. He’d rather get on a plane and get to wherever he’s going. He does all the driving. As much as I enjoy road trips, I despise…
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The Second Coming Of Noah
Our Sunshine State is sodden. Since returning from Colorado–where the sun shines typically more than it does in Florida–we’ve seen little of our golden globe of a friend. It’s rained every day. Often in torrents. Puddles are no longer problematic–they’re permanent. Soggy is our new norm. Humidity that is always high has become a living…
Tip of My Iceberg 