Author: daylerogers
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Alone Again, Unnaturally
John was gone for almost two weeks in Thailand. That trip will undo the heartiest of souls. Time in the air is about 23 hours. Number of time zones crossed–12. Response to jet lag–horrific. Poor guy. He’d just begun to adjust to his new norm when he had to return. That’s tough on an…
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Into Every Life A Little Chocolate Must Fall
It had been a really long day. I’d gotten home later than usual. The house was quiet. And I remembered. I’d be alone for the night. John had a late appointment. Of course, he’d be going out for dinner. I stood in the kitchen. Opened the refrigerator and channeled my inner teen as I stared. Hoping…
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Love Is A Many “Spended” Thing
I’m not a huge proponent of Valentine’s Day. And I’ve got a husband I dearly love. The history of Valentine’s Day is murky. There were several saints named Valentine, all martyred for their faith. There was a pagan holiday, Lupercalia, that was held on February 15 to honor the god of agriculture and fertility.…
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Good Cow, Bad Cow
You’ve gotta love a place that caters to kids in a way adults can enjoy. I was at Chick-fil-a with Heather, the girls and Ryken the other night. On Tuesdays, they have family fun night. Singers. Folks making balloon animals. Face painters. Clowns. A little circus in a very small, contained space. Isley could barely…
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Pullin’ On The Bootstraps; Stompin’ In Style
Women’s gatherings must have space and time for conversations. We had a retreat this past weekend to gather the women in our group for the purpose of getting to know one another better, enjoying each other’s company and encouraging each other as we do life differently. You could feel the groundswell of interaction and fun. Conversations–light-hearted and…
Tip of My Iceberg 