Author: daylerogers
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I Can’t Be What I’m Not
He sits on the couch like a little old man, a leg tucked under, watching the world. His youth is momentarily set aside by his need to see and understand what’s going on around him. His energy is curtailed by observation. For a moment. He’s no little old man. There are three legs on the…
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Let ‘Em All Eat Cake
26 years apart, Debbie and Mason celebrate their birthdays the same day. Debbie is no newcomer to birthday cake and candles. Her nieces and nephews got a kick putting on 27 candles on her smash cake. Yes, I said smash cake. A current fad is to give a one-year-old a small cake to do…
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Confessions Of A Crabby Wife
He doesn’t bend well. A week and a half after hernia surgery, John is still sleeping in his chair. It gives him enough dip so he doesn’t have to stretch his incision too far. Sleeping in a bed just hurts. He’s spent time in that chair. Driving isn’t easy yet. He’s done it for short…
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The First Step Is The Real Journey
Walking is a learned skill. We don’t come into the world knowing how to do it. We barely know how to kick and flail. Crying is innate. Any small dissatisfaction–at most any age–can give us cause to use our voices. Walking is something every parent longs for their first child to accomplish quickly. It’s a…
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A Little Pain Can’t Darken Hope
“It was larger than I’d anticipated. He’s going to be pleased it’s finally taken care of.” John’s doctor informed me of the success of his hernia surgery; I had a better picture of his discomfort. When I saw his incision, I appreciated his words even more. John’s had the hernia for quite some time. Most…
Tip of My Iceberg 