Author: daylerogers
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When A Warrior Is Called Home
When we moved to Orlando years ago, the size of our family overwhelmed a lot of people. Six children were a handful. Folks were a little intimidated to invite us over for a meal. Betty and Herb never hesitated. Grandparents weren’t close. The kids hadn’t grown up with the influence of an older generation who had…
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There’s An Elephant In The Room–And It’s White
‘Tis the season to give gifts. Which assumes a desire on the part of the giver, that there’s a relationship with the receiver. Connection. The joy of giving. Not always. Often we end up with obligatory giving, which ends up being costly and not very satisfying. Ho ho humbug. One of the more popular forms of…
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Grandma’s Magical Tree
Living in Orlando, we think about magic a lot. The magical Magic Kingdom and all of Disney. Orlando’s NBA team, the Magic. Orlando’s branding. The magic of this season, however, isn’t manufactured in a factory, nor does it come dressed in costumes. It’s not slight of hand nor fans at a basketball game. The magic…
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I Really Didn’t Deserve That
I cut in front of a policeman today without realizing it. I’m not proud of this. I was on my way to work; running late. Folks in the left lane were driving ten miles an hour under the speed limit. I didn’t think kindly of them. Neglecting my turn signal, I moved to the right, away from…
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It Never Gets Old
We had the pleasure of watching Disney’s Candlelight Processional. We’ve seen this before. Whoopi Goldberg was the guest narrator. Disney’s professional singers were front and center. High schools from around the country were invited to be a part of it. It’s visually spectacular, and the music fills my soul. A seasonal gift that never…
Tip of My Iceberg 