Author: daylerogers
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Do You Have Something For Me?
She stood by the door, hands behind her back, and asked the question. “Do you have something for me?” Isley, at four, is already a quick wit and quite verbal. I’m no Einstein, but I’m not slow either. But she had me stumped. “Something for you? To take home? Like chips?” It was the first…
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It’s Not Called Whinegiving
Thanksgiving is be one of my favorite holidays. It’s also the most overlooked, underrated and unappreciated holidays we celebrate. I’ve driven around town and have watched folks segue from ghouls, goblins and ghosts to Santa, sleds and snowmen overnight. From eerie orange lights and spider webs cascading over bushes to bright whites and multitudes of…
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I Want It My Way
It’s been brought to my attention (thanks TM) that I haven’t been totally forthcoming in acknowledging my husband’s efforts in our moves to tame our crazed landscaping that has plagued the front of our house. For the record, this has been a team effort. Something we’ve chosen to do together because we’ve both been disgusted…
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What Really Is Too Much?
Was it too much? I was afraid it was. After all the hacking and whacking of our unsightly hedge, Wednesday was the day of reckoning. The day we’d find out if it really was too much yard waste in front of our house. More than the sanitation workers could–or were willing–to handle. I was out…
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
I didn’t plan on it turning out the way it did. The plan had been to trim the tops of the hedge in front of our home. Plans are good things. I, however, seem to have a talent–no, a predisposition–for changing things up. Not settling for the assumed path. Wanting to flex with the moment.…
Tip of My Iceberg 