Author: daylerogers
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The Good Memories Are Earned
Dad would have turned 95 yesterday. In a season where recent deaths have reminded me of how grateful I am for the people in my life, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dad on his birthday. Memories of his quirky sense of humor, wise words and unconditional love for me and our family were amplified. He…
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Happiness Is Not A Resolution
The new year has begun. Full of hope and wonder. I flat out refuse to pick a word to define my year. There are too many great possibilities of mental attitudes I want to work on. So I won’t pick any. Instead, I’d like to make it a point to live each day. Really live.…
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Anticipation Has Left The Building
It looked like a graveyard. Christmas blow-ups. Deflated and dejected in their decompressed sadness. We went walking a few days after Christmas, and I felt despondent when I saw the dead-looking blow-ups. It was the let-down of the after-holiday rush. The anticipation was past. Nothing immediate to look forward to. And I was tired.…
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Christmas Crazy Aftermath
‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all over the place There was mess galore, not any clean space. The wrappings were tossed in the room without care, In hopes that Mom would pick up without giving the glare. The kids were all playing with things they’d received. Some things were now broken, not made well…
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‘Twas The Crazy Before Christmas
‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the town, Folks were scurrying, shopping, all wearing a frown. The pressure was on to get the best gift For Auntie Matilda and old Uncle Riff. The baking was started, but not nearly done, Each batch that emerged, kids would eat every one. The post office, packed with…
Tip of My Iceberg 