Author: daylerogers
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To TP Or Not To TP; That Is The Question
Who knew a simple roll of toilet paper could provide so much fun? John and I were watching the grandkids a few days back, and it was one of those times where everyone was a little grumpy. We’d mowed the yard. They’d played soccer. Had been in a car and driven enough miles around central…
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All The King’s Horses And All The King’s Men
I was fascinated by this nursery rhyme as a kid. Why would an egg be on a wall in the first place? And if he was careless about where he sat, why would anyone want to put him back together? I’ve dropped eggs before. They become unusable when broken on the ground. Humpty made poor…
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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Friend
When I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my two sisters. I slept in the top bunk–it gave me options to lob stuffed animals and pillows at my two sisters from my lofty perch. I always wanted a room of my own. To have some personal space. To shut my door and not have to…
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The Snark Has Arrived: Kicking And Screaming
Just when I think I’ve managed to attain to a level of maturity that I’m hoping will remain constant, I find I’m not all that. That level of maturity? It becomes a wispy cloud, blown by the wind. This past weekend, I had the chance to watch Ethan’s soccer game. (An official soccer nana.)…
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Filtered Eyes, Filtered Feelings
I’ve been in Atlanta for several days with a group of people committed to better grasp the concept of diversity in our organization. To say it was eye-opening would be a gross understatement. I grew up in the civil rights era. I was a kid who didn’t think past my little world, so the issue…
Tip of My Iceberg 