Author: daylerogers
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Pretty Poisons; Pretty Pathetic
There isn’t anyone in my family that likes mushrooms. And I love them. When the kids were little, even using cream of mushroom soup made them gag. They’d meticulously pick out the microscopic pieces of gray and, with disgusting noises coming from their throats, would put them on the side of their plates. Glaring at…
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When The Parade Passes By
Orlando is a city that is in constant disrepair. I say this with great kindness because I’m sure our city planners never intended the consistent traffic issues, year-round road construction and surprise detours that have nothing to do with streamers or balloons. Kindness is not part of their job description. I was trying to turn…
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You Can’t Kick ‘Em When They’re Down If They Don’t Go Down
Soccer has been a huge part of our family. All six kids have played. And now the grandkids have jumped into the fray. Even Isley is learning the beautiful game at Soccer Tots. Debbie, our youngest, is still immersed in college soccer, playing for Lee University. For those of you mired in D1 sports, this…
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Let ‘Em Eat Cake
“Is it time to sing the birthday song and eat cake?” Isley had meticulously placed candles on her Aunt Melody’s cake. She’d helped me light them, guiding my hand with the matches. Only a few burned fingers. All mine. The only thing on Isley’s fingers was frosting. We stood around my daughter, home for a…
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Messy Desk, Messy Head
When I was in fourth grade, my teacher impacted my life dramatically on many levels. She made learning fun. She always had interesting facts to share with us. And she was a wealth of witticisms. Miss Glixon was an older single woman who had taught for close to 35 years when I had her. She…
Tip of My Iceberg 