Author: daylerogers
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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…
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Twist And Shout–With A Splash
In a world that, for the most part, embraces the value of cleanliness, there are two groups of people. Those who shower–the git ‘er done folks who don’t dilly dally, and the soakers–those who embrace the peace of the moment. With limited time, I value a few moments alone to think in the shower. A…
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I’ll Have My Whine Over Ice
How many ways can someone whine about something over which they have no control? I haven’t hit it yet. The number of ways must be astronomical. I have whiney on the brain. So when I recently passed a store with a sign that spoke to my crabby heart, I had to laugh. It was me.…
Tip of My Iceberg 