Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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What Does It Mean To Be A Dad?
With Father’s Day just passed, I was reminded of how the definition of “Dad” differs from person to person. I was fortunate. I had a very engaging dad who worked hard at knowing who I was, along with my two sisters and brother. He never lumped us together as “the kids”. He saw our individuality…
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These Feet Were Made For Walking
Changing my schedule and location has impacted me more than just what I’m doing at the moment. Relocating to Colorado for two months has been refreshing. Being outdoors more and sweating less has been invigorating. Walking all over the place has been pleasant. Well, not for my feet. There are daily opportunities to walk, especially…
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Wet And Reckless Abandon
Water is something we all need for survival. Our bodies are made mostly of water, as is our world. But enjoying water is something completely different. We’re in Colorado, where it’s drier and sublimely cooler. Where sweat doesn’t happen as easily and offensive odors don’t creep up as quickly. Playing in water takes on a…
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So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye
Saying goodbye isn’t something I often think about. I use it in parting from friends and family, with the frame of mind that I’d see them again shortly. Or as a means of leaving a formal situation where we part ways amicably. When it means you might not see them for a really long time–if…
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Don’t Bug Me With The Details
My windshield looks like a war zone. Every year at this time, love bugs, or honeymoon flies, swarm all over Florida. Although small, these bugs manage to make a nuisance of themselves because they mate and drift together for days on end. Slamming into the front ends of cars and windshields, being inhaled through nose…
Tip of My Iceberg 