Author: daylerogers
-
The Genetic Conundrum: Why Am I Me?
I watched five-year-old Isley plop down in front of yet another episode of “My Little Pony”. In her perfect world, it would be a castle, ponies–the names and personalities of each of them as familiar to her as her own name–various other critters, and her. Her world. What fascinated me was the way she sat. Her…
-
Change Is The New Normal
I’d been looking forward to a change of venue for weeks before arriving in Colorado. I’m the kind of person that gets a little fidgety when I’ve been in a routine for awhile. It has nothing to do with the routine itself. My normal is something I enjoy. I have the privilege of interacting with…
-
Gettin’ Out Of Dodge
I first heard the phrase from my Dad. “Let’s get out of Dodge.” We’d be leaving for summer vacation, and I had no idea what he meant. I’d never been to Dodge, much less lived there. We didn’t own one. We drove a Chevy. But each summer, we’d pile in the car, and he’d…
-
They Had Me At Good-Bye
Good-byes aren’t easy. They can be painful, uncomfortable, challenging. Or convenient, timely and welcomed. This last weekend, I was feeling the former. My team had come to the end of our time with this group of people we’ve worked with for the past ten months. Folks we’ve gotten to know quickly and well. Those with…
Tip of My Iceberg 