Author: daylerogers
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Beam It On, Scotty–Please
Not too long ago I was at my daughter’s house, watching the grandkids. Being with those four is a hoot and a holler. Their capacity for creativity never ceases to amaze me. Or amuse me. But on this particular evening, I was in a quandary. None of their creativity and fun could assuage the burden…
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A Gaggle Of Gals Equals A Passel Of Fun
I just spent a weekend with about forty of my closest friends. It’s typically women who say that. And it’s often a planned event that has women coming together for a common goal. Like a retreat. A time of bonding and sharing and encouraging. Women rarely need an event to bond. If you bring food…
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When A Voice Calls From The Pantry
Another grey day in central Florida. We don’t have that many, so when you string a few together, it becomes easy to air gripes about the rotten weather and how it puts a damper on my attitude. Coming home from work, I was really tired. I’d talked to a lot of people and engaged in…
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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…
Tip of My Iceberg 