Author: daylerogers
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You Can Count On Me–Maybe?
When you live in a large, metropolitan area, there are a few things you expect to be true. A fairly good pizza, delivery and take-out. A bit of significant culture thrown in amidst the glitz of millenial new and tech-driven demands. A diversity of people that adds to the richness and depth of the local…
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Quiet and Quite Spectacular
I’ve never been one of those soft-spoken people. There are those in my life who wish I was. Having raised six kids, I’ve developed a voice that can carry. I’ve been asked to get the attention of folks in groups because people know my voice can be heard over most conversations. And heavy machinery. I…
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I Thought I Was Following THAT Rabbit
Due to the kind sharing of information, mostly by my husband, I’ve become more aware of an area of my life that can be concerning. At the very least, frustrating. It’s a malady that is identified by a variety of names and traits. Rabbit trailing. Losing focus. Multi-tasking gone awry. Distracted. Crazy tangents. The inability…
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A Dump By Any Other Name Still Reeks
Everybody has days where they feel a little off. Under the weather. Not quite right. Often it’s a bug of some sort–not the crawly kind, but the kind that gets in your gut and makes you feel nauseated. This is a great time of year for that. Rain, spiked temperatures, a petri dish for 24-hour…
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We Love To Hate What We Love
When I sit on my back porch early in the morning, cup of coffee in hand, I love looking out over our back yard. It’s gorgeous. We back up to a spring-fed pond that’s home to ducks and otters and the occasional water moccasin and gator. The good, the bad and the ugly, John and…
Tip of My Iceberg 