Author: daylerogers
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When Something So Wrong Seems So Right
The place didn’t look like a florist shop. It was back a ways from the main road. No real parking lot. Cars of all varieties parked haphazardly. I was on a mission to pick up flowers for an event, but this was worth the extra minutes to take time to look around. Not what I…
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Has Anybody Seen My Old Friend Martin?
We live in a world of rich diversity. I’ve got friends from a variety of backgrounds, ethnicities, experiences and cultures. What I love about all of my friends is that they’re different from me. If I spent time with just me for long, I’d get bored and lonely. My personal dysfunctions would escalate dramatically. If…
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Tripping Me Down The Highway
Many things trip me up in life. It never looks pretty. We were having a family dinner because my little sister, Janet, was in town for a visit. Having a blast interacting with the nieces and nephews. Laughter rang through the house as we told stories about family and shared memories, comparing perspectives on how we’d…
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Wrapping It (Her) Up For The Night
You can’t keep a good woman down. Even if she’s not quite two feet tall. Brooklyn, at five weeks, doesn’t sit still. She flails. Moving her arms as if they had a life of their own. Not hard to understand. Her mom, aunts and uncle were constant motion machines. Genetic flailing. Brooklyn is adjusting to living…
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If Those Walls Could Talk
It was a great idea when I first had it. Over a month ago. We’d bought these cute pre-cut gingerbread house kits right after Thanksgiving. Thinking we would have a decorating challenge with Heather and Jeremy and their kids. Possibly Christmas Eve.. Like many awesome ideas, that went by the wayside. We began putting them…
Tip of My Iceberg 