Author: daylerogers
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The Papa Experience
It’s a challenge for youngsters who have two people they care about named the same. Particularly when you don’t see either very frequently. It’s confusing to put faces with where they’re from, whom they belong to and how each shows up differently. Papas can be such a problem. Having the chance to visit our son…
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Make Mine With Whipped Cream
Real whipped cream makes everything taste better. Coffee. Any dessert. Waffles. Tip of a finger. Straight from the can into an opened mouth. It’s the ambrosia of those who won’t settle for Cool Whip. My youngest was in town, and she’d hung out with my oldest daughter and her family at a science fair. When…
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Take That, HOA! We Did It!
Registered letters, poke-the-bear emails, conversations with decision makers and months of waiting. We finally did it. Our house is painted! We worked through so many grays. Software Gray, Amazing Gray, Functional Gray, Repose Gray, Light French Gray, Gray Screen. The commonality? They’re all gray. Having picked out a variety of grays we liked, we took…
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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…
Tip of My Iceberg 