Author: daylerogers
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When A Deer Isn’t A Dear
John and I were sitting on our back porch last evening, appreciating the quiet. Enjoying the whispers of dusk. And cracking up over the antics of the deer. Our home backs up to a pond and a green area. Peaceful. Beautiful. Quiet. We’ve enjoyed the wildlife from our porch. The arrogant otters that play in…
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When The Umbilical Cord Is Cut
Nobody likes to think it could happen to them. No one really prepares for it. When it happens, it comes as a shock to the system. Everything you thought you knew and could depend on is blown to smithereens. Yes, I’m talking about losing cable. We have this space between our home and our neighbors…
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On A Clear Day I Can See–Almost
Thank the good Lord that spring cleaning only comes once a year. Having said that, I’m grousing over having to do it now. Too early. Too annoying. Too much work. It really comes down to cleaning windows. Our glass eyes on the world have been neglected for longer than I care to admit. We actually…
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What Does Love Smell Like?
It’s intriguing how circumstances can change the way a person views a special day. A holiday. Twelve years ago on Lincoln’s birthday, my Dad graduated to heaven. A day a good man was born; a day a really good man died. His memorial was on Valentine’s Day. I don’t look at February 14th as cupids,…
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When Chocolate Comes Calling
Chocolate has played a huge role in my life. If I’m going to obsess about a food and try really hard not to eat it, it’s the one I can’t get out of my mind. If I’m going binge on something, it’s right there with me. It doesn’t ask anything of me. It doesn’t judge…
Tip of My Iceberg 