Author: daylerogers
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When Winning Isn’t Everything
One of these days I may grow up and move on. Maybe. There’s something to be said, however, for enjoying something enough that you choose to engage with it–even when you don’t have to. All six of our kids played soccer. We’ve been to a couple of thousand games in our parenting experience. And though…
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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…
Tip of My Iceberg 