Author: daylerogers
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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…
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Balloon Bash–Or Bust?
When we finally celebrated John’s birthday with all the grands, it was more a party along the level of an elementary school child. It’s why John connects so well with children. The kids had gotten a plethora of balloons for the celebration, filled with helium and bobbing around like apples in a tub of water.…
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Love Ya Lots!
I learned long ago to never let anyone leave the house without telling them I love them. Not to be maudlin, but there are no guarantees I’ll see them again. I don’t want my last words to someone to be expressions of anger, disappointment, or guilt. I’m not great at it, and there are many…
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I Want What I Want
There are so many life possibilities for a three-year-old. They’re learning to be autonomous; they’re separate from their parents and can make choices. They haven’t yet learned that choices bring consequences. Cal is an outside-of-the-box thinker. Most kids his age are because they’re not aware of the boxes they’re supposed to operate within. Adults, culture,…
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Is It Really You?
My dear husband had a monumental birthday. One of those that requires great fuss and bother. And embarrassment. I wanted to have all six of our kids surprise him. John is rarely surprised by anything. He’s a tad bit suspicious, and I’ve never been truly successful at pulling off something astonishing. Three of our children…
Tip of My Iceberg 