Author: daylerogers
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The Fast And The Focused
She’s been a soccer player for years. The beautiful game is where she shines. The older she gets, the better she gets at it. So she decided to run track this spring. For fun. Sydney is thirteen and has more energy in her little finger than I have in my entire body. Watching her play…
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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,…
Tip of My Iceberg 