Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Be Silly–Be Brave–Be Kind
End-of-the-year programs and gatherings are all about remembering and assessing–recalling the fun and funny and evaluating the growth that’s taken place over the past several months. The scale changes as we get older–greater expectations, more formalized tests, fewer programs based on fun. I was able to attend Cal and Mason’s final performance of preschool. This…
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Papa’s Chair
We’ve had the chair for eight years, but it’s been used with such love and bottom commitment that it could pass for an antique. Papa sits there after long work days, often watching sports with whoever is in the house. Unless it’s the grands. When the littles are around, they often crowd around him, scrunching…
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Where There’s A Hole There’s A Way
I’m not sure when it happened, but my grands are hooked on fishing. It helps that our resident fisherman–our son-in-law–is gracious enough to take them to the pond behind our home and help them put the worms on the hooks and pull out the hooks that are swallowed or end up in an eye. Ryken…
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There Is No Dress Rehearsal
I’ve been to my share of graduations. Celebrations of a rite of passage, a task accomplished and a new journey ahead. Most of them have been from high school or college. This was my first kindergarten graduation. Yes, this is a thing. I didn’t realize that so much attention could be focused on finishing this…
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Everybody Has A Gripe
The scene looked too familiar. People angry, pushing against barriers, screaming for reform. Police trying to hold the line, attempting to bring order, to no avail. They rushed onto a field, screaming to oust a certain person. Then they kicked a soccer ball around. Because they could. This past weekend in the UK, a much…
Tip of My Iceberg 