Tag: uncomfortable
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I Really Don’t Know Clouds At All*
Sitting on my porch, the quiet draped over me like a warm blanket softly covering my shoulders. The sun flitted through the clouds, like an old friend playing hide and seek. Or more like a young child who can’t stay hidden for long and jumps out yelling, “I’m here!” I love sunshine and blue skies,…
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The Fearsome Fuss Cycle
I sat with grins galore as I watched Tiffany try to feed Brooklyn. Brooklyn, at six months of age, has already demonstrated that she’s an independent thinker. Her parents have been trying for quite some time to get her to eat people food. Not steak and fries, mind you. The pulverized, looks-like-it’s-already-been-chewed kind of food. Veggies and fruit that look…
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There’s Way Worse Than Wet
There was a point in my life where I loved a good rain. I was a puddle-jumping, raindrop-dodging, joyously-drenched kind of a kid. Even when my kids were little, we’d be outside in a storm, jumping in ankle-deep puddles and not caring a flying fig about mud. It was the perfect prelude to a hot…
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When It Rains, We All Get Wet
It poured Thursday afternoon and evening. Lovely weather for those who value green thumbs and ecologically necessary moisture. Me? I’m a sunny kind of a gal. Not that I don’t value what rain does for all of nature. It refreshes. Renews. Replenishes. I love all those “re” words. This storm, though, was accompanied by powerful…
Tip of My Iceberg 