Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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To Dye Or Not To Dye
When life hands you a lemon, you look desperately for sugar so it’s not a complete loss. When our family vacation was canceled due to Covid, our Colorado family got creative, primed for together time. They, too, had weathered the virus the week before the rest of us did, so having already experienced isolation, they…
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A View Through A Window
For the past six days, this has been my world. A hotel room, alone, with a view of life happening around me. I’m not part of it. I’ve been in isolation with Covid, too often feeling sorry for myself that I’m missing all the people and activities that our conference offers. Sure, I could stream…
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Run But Never Hide
I finally fell. After avoiding it for almost two and a half years, I finally came down with Covid. At the worst time ever. We’re at a conference in Milwaukee, and I had the opportunity to spend time with people I haven’t seen in years. Relationships I value and want to invest in. It’s not…
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Don’t Lose Sight Of The Sky
When I was a child, we had friends in our neighborhood that we always played with. One family had twin boys just a year older than Gayle and me; one of those twins had been born without a right hand or forearm. When we first met them, the initial curiosity was satisfied by “this was…
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I Get By With A Little Help
Bowling at the age of four is complicated on many levels. The bowling balls are remarkably heavy. Holding them with the three-finger grip is close to impossible because little hands don’t pick anything up that way. Trying to throw the ball forward without it releasing behind you presents its own problems–especially for those positioned farther…
Tip of My Iceberg 