Author: daylerogers
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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…
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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…
Tip of My Iceberg 