Author: daylerogers
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When The Pushed Envelope Pushes Back
“Stay, Aspen. Down, Aspen. Heel. Sit.” Sydney spoke commands to the incredibly excitable Aspen, her two-year-old Labrador retriever. That pup is so people-focused that his excitement level very often overcomes his newly-acquired skill set. Learned obedience. The poor guy has a way to go. He’s such a happy dog that when folks come to…
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Unfamiliar Faces With Familiar Issues
The faces spread before me covered decades of life, layers of family, most of whom I’ve never known. Part of our sister weekend was going through a tub-full of pictures Mom had saved. Our history. With both parents having passed on, there were photos we each wanted, visual memories of what life had been like.…
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Never Were There Such Delightful Sisters
When Mom passed away a little over a year ago, the concern was that we, three sisters who’ve been close for so long, would no longer make it a priority to be together. Mom’s place was the gathering spot, the place we’d converge to visit her in the waning years of her life to…
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Is It Madness If So Many People Are Doing It?
March Madness has begun. I’ve become a college basketball widow. Four weeks of listening to a game that isn’t my favorite. It’s a short court with so many really tall guys, stopping and starting, leaping and throwing. Give me soccer any day. I’ve great friends–men and women both–who are filling out brackets with their picks…
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Bee It Ever So Humble We Just Want A Home
“I’m not going out there with that bee flying around.” Isley was quite adamant. “What bee?” from a concerned adult. “The one flying around our tree near the playground.” Context is everything. When someone says “bee”, I think of a single flying insect. This wasn’t one bee–it was a swarm. Our oldest and her family…
Tip of My Iceberg 