Author: daylerogers
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I Don’t Do Slither
I felt it and reacted before I ever saw what it was. While mowing our backyard, near our pond, I felt something wind around my ankles, slithering slowly. My response was not slow. Hanging onto the mower with one hand, I jumped, danced and screamed. When I glanced down I saw movement in the grass…
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I Wanna Be A Big Rock
There’s something about water that begs for rock pitching. Awhile back, I was out out in our yard with three-year-old Ryken. We’ve a pond behind our home where the grands catch fish, turtles and hassle the ducks. One of Ryken’s favorite past times is throwing rocks into the pond. The bigger the plop, the greater…
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The Journey From Now To Not Yet
I know where I want to go. It’s whether or not I’ll make it that I can’t guarantee. I’m a woman of many words. I fill journals quickly and have run out of places to store them. They’ve spilled over into John’s space–not good. For years I’ve wanted to use those words to write books.…
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Fuzzy Lenses Make It Hard To See
I don’t think about how I see things. I just look. I traveled to Chicago with my husband to celebrate Mom’s life with a memorial that family and friends could share in. A time of fun memories and sad realities that make up each of our lives. Mom was no exception. It was a grey,…
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Ashes and Dust
It’s hard to imagine someone’s life reduced to a box the size of a loaf of bread. Mom made her wishes known–she wanted to be cremated. It’s what she’d chosen to do with Dad, and it made more sense to her than buying a plot. This isn’t an argument I will pursue. Some believe a…
Tip of My Iceberg 