Author: daylerogers
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Could You Please Say That Again? Differently?
In a perfect world–well, in my perfect world–people would always understand each other. No matter what language is used. I’m a mono-lingual American. One of those. I want to understand what others are saying. Or what emotion they choose to do it in. (Can you imagine emoticons popping from our mouths like so much spit?)…
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A Glimpse of Light–With Smiles
I’ve thought I knew a lot about Africa. Studied it in geography. Read about it in the papers. Heard stories from people who had been there. I could find it on a map. Nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I deplaned in Ouagadougou, the capital of Burkina Faso. (It took me a…
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The Surprises Keep On Comin’
There’s a reason Christmas comes only once a year. Yes, it’s all about the birth of Jesus. It’s a celebration of hope promised, joy anticipated. But aside from that, as a child, can you imagine being that surprised and awed over and over again? Day after day? It would be exhausting. (Crabbiness and whining would…
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Hoped For Surprises
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Isn’t that what a surprise is all about? Having been out of the country for close to two weeks, I returned home late last night to find my husband had fulfilled a dream I’ve had for quite some time. We’ve owned our home for close to twenty years.…
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When The Bedside Manner Is On The Wrong Side Of The Bed
I believe that at some point in a child’s life, every one of them wants to be a doctor. Or nurse. Or veterinarian. It’s not necessarily a life ambition that sticks all the time. We’d be overrun with health professionals if that were the case. (Thoughts come to mind, but I’m choosing not to go…
Tip of My Iceberg 