Author: daylerogers
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The Measure Of A Man
I’m not a huge fan of basketball; soccer and football are more my games. I’m a great fan of people working toward excellence. Who don’t take for granted a God-given talent but maximize it to become the best they can be. We will be eulogizing Kobe Bryant for a long time. So many of the…
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Color Me One
Color makes me happy. I’ve gravitated to bright colors all my life. Where Mom loved avocado green for most of her days (she graduated to purple in her last years), I’ve always enjoyed the deep jewel tones of red, blue, and green–and anything bright and cheery. The very first piece of clothing I bought…
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Perilous Pleasure
There’s something incredibly beautiful about an ice-covered lake, with hues of deep turquoise layered amidst frozen waves of white. It’s magnificent in its frigid structure, a sculpture made by wind and glacial temperatures. When the sun glints off the surface, it’s like diamonds are refracting light everywhere. I appreciate it. I don’t want to…
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Does The Door Open?
Our doors to the back yard have been a source of struggle for years. They have annoyed me because of their inefficiency and ineffectiveness. Doors that open are a value. We had sliding glass doors in our family room, original with the house. They worked well for the first decade, sliding easily back and forth,…
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The Gift Of Presence
She was in and out. Less than 48 hours. We had company during that time, so there was little chance to talk. My daughter, Melody, has done her share of traveling this past year. Her job requires on-site meetings that take her away from home for short periods of time. Short spurts are what…
Tip of My Iceberg 