Author: daylerogers
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Where In The World Am I?
We all have our challenges. Those things that complicate life by their mundane pettiness but are nonetheless always in our sight. I’m vertically challenged, for example. I claim to be 5 feet, three inches, but I’m, in fact, a half inch shy of that. It’s not an issue worthy of concern. Unless I sit on…
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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…
Tip of My Iceberg 