Author: daylerogers
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When My Think Thwarts My Truth
My brain is bothered. Maybe it’s my heart. Possibly not bothered. Weary. Not that this is unusual. Much of that bothersome weariness comes from unimportant things. I don’t usually choose to focus on the non-essentials. Quite the contrary. There are many serious things in my life that need my attention. Those are the things that push…
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Confessions Of A Snarky Squabbler
I wasn’t ready for her to visit. I didn’t want her to visit. She came anyway. Unannounced. Unwanted. Unyielding in her presence. Snarky Dayle entered the building. There are days when I find that my worst nightmare is happening. And it turns out to be me. Those are the days I’d love to…
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Perseverance Proves Personality Potential
I’m impressed by the amazing acts of persistence, the bulldog tenacity, in our history. People who refuse to quit because they’ve got an unwavering focus for what they must do. Thomas Edison figured out a thousand ways to not develop a workable light bulb. Abe Lincoln failed as a businessman, never was a great lawyer,…
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Broken Balloons And Big Reveals
I can remember when the big reveal was answering the phone to find out who the caller was. Or waiting for school pictures to come out to see how dorky I looked. Or taking a roll of pictures to see if any turned out the way I’d hoped. Technology has changed a lot of things.…
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We’re Baaaack!
When we’d come back from vacation during my growing-up years, Dad, a down-home Texas boy, would quip, “Home again, home again, jiggity jog”. Cutesy, to help us welcome the fact that we were back where we belonged. And to remind us that we’d returned to the real world. As in routine, responsibilities and the rigors…
Tip of My Iceberg 