Author: daylerogers
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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…
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When The Arrow Turns Green, You Turn
My friend, Mike, is quite a character. He loves to laugh, fish and think deep thoughts. He’s a great encourager and a wonderful tease. Being with him is a hoot and a holler. He gets a kick out of my knack for finding meaning in minutia. It’s really not that hard. My life is filled…
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Is There A Hill Worth Dying On?
I’ve become part of the circle of life. I’m not lifting my kids on a rock in the savannah. None of us is becoming food for fearsome beasts. But I’m doing what I did twenty-odd years ago with my own children. Soccer. I had the privilege of taking my oldest grandson, Ethan, to his practice…
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Recalculating
I am directionally challenged. My Dad, recognizing my weakness early in life, used to tell me that I couldn’t find my way out of a paper bag. When I was twelve, that was offensive. Now I must admit it’s true. I don’t do points on the compass. I know what they are. Eat soggy wet…
Tip of My Iceberg 