Author: daylerogers
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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…
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What’s It Worth To Me?
I’m a huge fan of change. Boredom is my nemesis. Too much of the same gets me in trouble. Except when life is undone by Daylight Savings Time. The jumping ahead an hour messes up my everything. Sleep isn’t returned. It takes days to get into a routine that fits. We’re no longer an agrarian…
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Whose Fault Is It This Time?
I was on soccer-run duty. The goal–get two of the grands to their respective fields on time. The real estate adage about location, location, location being of foremost importance is followed closely by traffic, traffic, traffic in the time it takes to get anywhere in Orlando. I made sure we left the house in…
Tip of My Iceberg 