Author: daylerogers
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The Walk Down Memory Lane Is Filled With Potholes
I’ve had the opportunity to be in the Chicago area with my two sisters and brother-in-law, joining with them as we’re helping Mom through this new phase in her life. Post stroke, she’s moved into a smaller room. More compact with less space for life accumulations. It’s an effort to declutter a life. All life…
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You’ll Have To Pry My Cold, Dead Fingers Off Those Plans
I’m a closet passive/aggressive control freak. That was so much harder to admit than I thought. I’m the adaptable one. The easy-going, go-with-the-flow kind of a gal who doesn’t stress over curve balls or wrenches thrown into the works. The one others rely on to be steady when the brown stuff hits the fan. As…
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Blood Is Thick; I Think I Prefer Water
There is a significant reason why I didn’t go into the medical field. I’m a compassionate, caring person. I don’t have any problems helping those who are sick. I can minister to the needs of those who’ve been injured or have had surgical procedures that incapacitate them. I don’t, however, deal well with blood. My…
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Mind Space Available; Please Apply
There are days when, without warning, I begin channeling my eight-year-old self. My third-grade self, who daydreamed without ceasing. An issue that concerned both my teacher and my mother. My teacher because I wouldn’t always respond when called upon. My mother because I wouldn’t always respond when summoned. I’ve always had a vivid imagination, but…
Tip of My Iceberg 