Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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That Wasn’t In The Plan
Living in the land of warm sun, beautiful beaches, and older folks, there are several things that are givens here. Many tourists. We expect them. It makes for crazy traffic. We’re not New York City, but I think we may have the worst drivers in the country. (Am I pointing the finger back at myself?…
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What Does A “Yes” Cost Me?
Avast, me hearties! There’s riches for the takin’ if we just set our sights on what’s out there! Arrrrgh! Pirates in their fictionalized state are fun. When the grands were here recently, one of the make-believe scenarios they loved to act out was being pirates. Books like Treasure Island and Peter Pan add to the imagination. Pirates had the…
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What Am I Missing?
“Wait! What? How’d I get here?” My daughter Courtney was describing the facial expressions of her son Beck as he rolled over for the first time. A tad bit traumatized by the change of scenery from front to back, he was clueless as to what had happened. His folks were tickled with a new “first”.…
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Different Is Worth A Second Look
When I was a kid, toys didn’t talk (except Chatty Cathy, and she was just weird), light up (unless you were playing with your folks’ flashlight), or move (without help from me). We were in a world of our creation. Imagination drove play. Any noise came from make-believe. Screaming pirates where we’d attack each other…
Tip of My Iceberg 