Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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It’s Too Soon!

I was running errands with my daughter, and four-year-old Nolan was tagging along. Not by desire, but by necessity. In one store, there was a plethora of Halloween costumes and decorations, situated next to early Christmas knick-knacks. It was quite surreal; it has still been in the 90s here, and hurricane season is now in…
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He Fights Back

They believe him to be a teenager; he’s not quite heavy enough to force the trap. He is, however, clever enough to get the food that’s inside it. He’s a rat. A teenage rat. Slinky (my name for him) can scrunch his rather large body into such a compact size that he can worm his…
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I Really Want That

She’s only a year old, so she hasn’t had an abundance of sugar. She hasn’t fancied much food in general. Until she discovered ice cream. I was at our local Chick-fil-A with two of my daughters and a handful of grands. The world has developed a desire for its nuggets, but they also have a…
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The Pain Won’t Leave

No child enjoys the possibility of getting a shot or having to give blood. The idea of being stuck by a needle can be terrifying. As my kids grew up, I rued the times when I had to take them to the doctor for vaccinations. Five of the six would kick, scream, and fight as…
