Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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What Lies Beneath?
The stump that reminded me of the living tree that once graced our lawn is gone. It’s been ground up, mulched, mutilated. It didn’t go quietly. Because of problems that cropped up with our 25-year-old tree, we had to take it down. Its stump looked sorrowful, a torso without limbs. It has left a bare…
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The Rubies And Rocks Of Emotions
I’ve always been that person who lives out of the emphatic expression of my emotions. Growing up, Mom would tell me I wore my feelings on my sleeves. When I was little, I’d look for them there and was confused by their nonexistence. I’ve been referred to as a drama queen, an actress with too…
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The World Needs Kaleidoscope Eyes
I longed for the big box of 64 crayons when I was a kid. I was fascinated with color, not just the shades of blues and reds and yellows but the wonderful names they each had. Sunset orange, dolphin gray, purple mountains’ majesty, cornflower blue, jazzberry jam. They all sounded so magical. Not just colors…
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It Goes With Being Bros
I was raised with two sisters and a brother, and we got along fairly well as we maneuvered growing up in a culture that was pushing to change everything, correct the wrongs done to the greater population, and address what they felt was good and right. That was the 60’s. Our relationships matured with our…
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Nobody Wants To Be Cut Down
I love trees. My husband says I relate to trees like I do people–each one has a personality and quirks. All of them have value. We have a live oak in our front yard that is slowly doing damage to our driveway, water pipes, and lawn. The root system sits high so there are these…
Tip of My Iceberg 