Author: daylerogers
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Doggone That Wag
Mom wouldn’t let us have a dog growing up. She didn’t want to be the one to take care of it. We did have a dog for a couple of weeks when I was in eighth grade. Dad brought her home, much to Mom’s chagrin. A beagle who loved to chew on everything. Her name was Holly,…
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When Memories Mix With Free Enterprise
When I was a child, I thought I knew the significance of Memorial Day. Honoring dead people. Because Mom was a first-generation American, with parents from Germany, she faithfully carried on the tradition of visiting the grave sites of family who’d passed on. Not just those who died in war. Cemeteries creeped me out. Little…
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Potholes, Protuberances and Pitfalls
I’m told I’m rather unobservant. In my defense, I do focus on what I feel is important. I do miss those things that get in the way of the things I feel are important. Driving, for instance, is very important. I typically drive with no music so I have some moments for my thoughts. They’re always fighting…
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If I Say I Love You, Will You Hold Me To It?
I love weddings. Experiencing the joy, anticipation and hope of a couple as they make their vows to each other is a sacred trust. They stand before witnesses–in places beautifully and carefully decorated–to commit themselves to each other. Until death separates them. We had the pleasure of attending the wedding of the daughter of some dear…
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Home Is Way More Than Mud And Water
‘Tis the season to be moving. I’ve quite a few friends who are packing up and moving to new locales. All are looking for places that will accommodate family, work and fun well–and affordably. We’ve lived in our house a long time. It’s comfortable. Full of memories–good and not so good. The place our family calls…
Tip of My Iceberg 