Author: daylerogers
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Bye Bye To The Doggie In The Window
Chelsea, the fostered pup, went back to her bin at PetSmart. She was loved well enough by my daughter’s family that they knew this wasn’t a good decision for them. They were right. I had been so wrong. What was funny was my sweet husband. John had been in Wisconsin during this time, out of…
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When Going With Your Gut Bites You In The Butt
I’ve not been a person known for my strategic thinking. Or planning. Or focusing on details. Thinking is often not a term used when describing me. I’ve learned to live with that. The lack of that gifting is definitely a bum-biter. With the parents gone and Nana in charge, I did what any self-respecting adult…
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There’s Always A Reason For The Bad Smell
Isley and I were sitting on the floor in the kitchen, putting together a massive dog puzzle. She raised her head and scrunched her nose “Something smells funny, Nana.” I glanced to my left. Flames were leaping in the oven. My newly purchased roasted chicken–paper bag and all–was burning. It definitely smelled funny. I know…
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Happiness is a Dark Chocolate Truffle–And Then Some
There are many things that bring a smile to my face. John. My kids. Grandkids. Extended family. Cherished friends. Beautiful skies. Glorious sunrises. Puppies. And a piece of really good chocolate. Not the mass-produced kind that comes pre-wrapped in easily identifiable paper. Though I do admit to allowing that to satisfy my chocolate tooth on…
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When Running Is More Than A Foot Race
When I was younger, I was among those who ran because it was good for me. I never really enjoyed it. There was no hitting the wall, pushing through and feeling euphoric. The wall was the front door. And euphoria came when I didn’t go through it. My daughter-in-law, Jillian, is cut from a different…
Tip of My Iceberg 