Author: daylerogers
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You’re A Little Late
“If you really loved me, you’d…” Stop. Anytime I hear sincere affection and commitment tied to a condition, my blood runs cold. It’s a setup for failure and disappointment. “If I really loved you, I’d do what?” I stared at my daughter, daring her to make me flinch with her demands. “If you loved me…
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Knock Yourself Out–Carefully
I’m a lousy patient. No question about it. I’ve no problem caring for others who are sick. Except my husband. If he moans and groans too long, I tend to acquire a “Suck it up, dude” attitude. If it’s me that’s under the weather? Denial smacks me upside the head like a wrecking ball. I…
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Let It All Hang Out–In Style
It’s all about opportunity. And a little hard wiring. At the wedding of Kate and Alex this past weekend, festivities included a dance floor. And a DJ with a sense of humor. Huck, my kindred-spirit grand from Austin, could hardly be contained. At two, he’s got more energy than the rest of the family put…
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Why Wait?
Weddings bring families together like nothing else–except possibly funerals. They’re opportunities to gather to celebrate the beginning of a new home, a new family, a new norm. Two lives intermingling in a precisely scripted event that is often nine parts focused on day-of celebration and one part “What comes next?” This past weekend we celebrated…
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I Don’t Want To Get My Hands Dirty
When presented with the opportunity to plant little growing things, I’ll pass. Every time. Not only do I not enjoy gardening. I’m truly lousy at it. The things I plant tend to die. Quickly. So when entering a meeting where repotting root-bound plants was the focus of our time together, I cringed. I valued the…
Tip of My Iceberg 