Author: daylerogers
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The Bigger–Richer–Picture
You’ve gotta love Disney for creativity and flair. We went to Epcot this past weekend and experienced the International Festival of the Arts. Being a right-brained kind of gal, this was amazing. A wonderful blend of performing arts, music and food preparation. One artist that grabbed my attention was Stephen Fishwick. His art expresses his…
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I Can’t Spy With My Little Eyes
There are many routines we do daily that never factor into the think mode. Getting out of bed is rarely a choice. Using the facilities–we take in, we give out. Bathing–well, for most of us. I wear contacts, having very poor vision and not liking the way I look in glasses. I also see better…
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The Gals Came Marching Group By Group–Now What?
The women’s march on Saturday, in Washington D.C. and many places around the world, was indeed a statement. The purpose? To present a face for the issues women must deal with. Challenges that are uniquely ours. The problem? Many conservatives saw it as exclusive. A way to push forward the liberal position. The reality? They’re right.…
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Gotta Give The Guy A Chance
There was a time when I thought the only classic whiners were young kids and teens. Both wanting to make their needs known. Both annoyingly persistent with a tone of voice that could fray nerves. Seems our politicians have found the same tone of voice. The inauguration is tomorrow. Rather than the typical end-of-office kindness for…
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Let It Go, Dad Gum It
I think about myself quite a bit during any given day. I’m not narcissistic, nor self-absorbed. My world isn’t wrapped up in me. It’s a bit unnerving, however, to reflect on how frequently my thoughts go to how I’m doing, how I look, how I’m being received, how I’m impacting others. Rather human of me.…
Tip of My Iceberg 