Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Sunrise/Sunset
With me living in Orlando and my two sisters living in Tucson, we’ve been having the ongoing discussion/whine fest about our local heat. The heat in much of the world–and I know for a fact the southern part of the US–has been uncomfortably high. There’s been suffering because of it, especially in places where they…
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Get Ready–Get Set–Wait
photo courtesy of Filip Mroz on Unsplash When we returned from Arizona, we had five of our grands ready to be embraced by us for two and a half weeks–littles and bigs. Their folks are away, and we were more than willing to step in. One of them, Sydney, is leaving for college soon and…
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The Glory Of Gathering
It’s easier to celebrate beginnings rather than endings. Births and weddings are grand occasions to gather people to honor the start of something new and remarkable. The onset of a new kind of journey. Death is the end of a journey; no more dreams, no more planning, no decisions to be made, nothing to be…
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Everyone Grieves Something
I’ve been on walks with my sister in the desert, and one sound stands out from others. The melancholy coo of the mourning doves. It’s a sorrowful song, like a melody played in minor keys. They’re the constant reminder of why I’m here. To honor my brother-in-law for a life well-lived and to encourage my…
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The Grace Of Grief
I’d known him longer than I hadn’t. He was my husband’s roommate in college, sharing not only a room but names that were too close for coincidence. You’d never see two more opposite people. John Fred Carlson was a man of integrity, dry humor, and deep compassion. He was quick to laugh and even quicker…
Tip of My Iceberg 