Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Didn’t See That One Coming
I love bread. Fresh bread, right out of the oven, has a smell all its own. It floats through the air, teasing my nose, tantalizing my tummy and sending my taste buds into overdrive. Slathered with butter, there is nothing better. I could make a meal of such luscious loaves. Forget the salty or…
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Dare You To Step Over The Line
At two and a half, Brooklyn has some specific ideas of what her life should look like. Not uncommon with a firstborn. She’s been around adults a lot, and she’s been spoken to in a conversational mode that reflects more of an adult bent than baby talk. Her enunciation and vocabulary amaze me. One dear…
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Hopping Down The Habit Trail
I’m a seeker of good habits. Not resolutions, mind you. Those ubiquitous mainstays of News Years’ self-reinvention frustrate me no end. They taunt me with their lack of long-lasting results. Habits, however, are activities I choose to do that become a regular tendency, a practice that’s hard to give up. Doing things the same…