Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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And So It Begins–Again
“We’ll wait here till you come back.” “You don’t really need us.” “Don’t wanna go.” It’s been a long-time tradition that the day after Thanksgiving, we get our Christmas tree. Whoever is in town–kids and grands alike–are part of this ritual. This isn’t something the teens are particularly excited about. It’s not the rustic and…
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Gratitude Grows With Great Effort
“What do you say, Cal?” The little guy gazed up at his Papa, a popsicle in his hand, and grinned with a little blue and green around the mouth. “Thanks, Papa.” Popsicle in place, he turned back to his cousins, his attention on a game, the words of gratitude said in obedience and quickly forgotten.…
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And Then They Were Married
It hadn’t been planned this way. It wasn’t the dream; it was spontaneous and hurried. And totally wonderful. Two sweet friends got married in our backyard Saturday night. The coming together of two people so completely in love and amazingly right for each other that it was a gift to be part of it. We…
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The Long And Short Of Life
At first glance, it looked like a scene from Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds”. Instead of seagulls and crows filling the picture, it was a flock of turkey vultures. Not my favorite winged animal. They are present in Florida year-round, Seeing them reminds folks that something dead is around. They’re carrion birds. Eating things already dead.…
Tip of My Iceberg 