Author: daylerogers
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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…
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Can You See Me Now?
Walking is my go-to exercise of choice. My chance to be outdoors and moving. Both of which seem to be good for me. I don’t need a lot of equipment. Shoes are useful. (Except on the beach, where they become your worst enemy.) Clothing that can breathe with me. Especially if my breathing becomes erratic…
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When My Eyes Aren’t Big Enough To See It All
There’s something really wonderful about being overwhelmed. In a good way. Yes, there is the overwhelming that heaps pressure and stress on my shoulders to the point where I feel my resolve buckle, and I know everything inside me is screaming for me to quit whatever I’m doing. There’s the overwhelming that pushes me to…
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If The Shoe Fits…
I’m not a big shoe person. I don’t do accessories. No fetish. No closets given over to footwear. Or racks of scarves. I go for sheer comfort. And practicality. Soccer flops and tennis shoes most of the time. Which can embarrass my fashionista daughters. Where they have style, I look like I just rolled off…
Tip of My Iceberg 