Author: daylerogers
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What Am I Missing?
“Wait! What? How’d I get here?” My daughter Courtney was describing the facial expressions of her son Beck as he rolled over for the first time. A tad bit traumatized by the change of scenery from front to back, he was clueless as to what had happened. His folks were tickled with a new “first”.…
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Different Is Worth A Second Look
When I was a kid, toys didn’t talk (except Chatty Cathy, and she was just weird), light up (unless you were playing with your folks’ flashlight), or move (without help from me). We were in a world of our creation. Imagination drove play. Any noise came from make-believe. Screaming pirates where we’d attack each other…
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What Does Love Have To Do With Anything?
Valentine’s Day. It’s not all candy, flowers and sentimental doily-edged cards. It may sound cynical, but this is one of those holidays that has little lasting value. Flowers die. Candy gets eaten. Cards are thrown away. Yes, numerous engagements happen on Valentine’s Day. And let’s not forget the weddings that take place on February 14…
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When I Grow Up I’m Gonna Be Something
Landry vigorously stirred the eggs as his dad readied the pan. “I’m gonna be a chef when I grow up.” His statement was punctuated by his chest–and tummy–thrown out with decisiveness. A life plan. A dream of what he wants to become. His dad laughed. At not-quite-three, Landry has had many desires of what to…
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Is That Little Light Really Shining?
I don’t claim to know much about cars. They’re wonderful modes of transportation to get me where I want to go. I’m a good driver (don’t listen to my husband). And I don’t shake and quake at filling my gas tank. I’ll wash my car when it’s dirty–or drive it through the carwash. And…
Tip of My Iceberg 