Author: daylerogers
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Encountering My Own “Once Upon A Time”
Birthdays are times of celebration–sometimes. Planned moments of thoughtfulness-on occasion. But when you’re 90, a whole new ballgame is put in play We celebrated my Mom’s 90th birthday this past weekend. The real date is September 8, but at 90, who’s going to quibble about a few days? It was family time–my two sisters and…
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That Wasn’t Exactly My Way
“My pleasure.” The young woman behind the register was quick with the kindness and the smile. She handed my granddaughter an ice cream cone and was rewarded with a wide smile and wider eyes. Service. It’s great when you receive it. It’s tough to give it. What was begun by Chick-fil-A as respect for their…
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Pretending Is More Than Make-Believe
“OK, Nana, we’re going to pretend we’re wild lions.” I gazed at her behind the bars of the playground slide, She was effectively caged. I, however, was free. “Honey, you’re behind bars. You’re like a lion in the zoo.” “No, we PRETEND we’re wild lions. We run around and wrestle.” “You’re going to have to…
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The Sweetest Comeback Ever?
In Florida, the school year has begun. All those, from the teeny weeny PreK’s to the quite adult-like college students, have headed back to their place of learning. Some for the first time. Others hoping desperately it will be for the last time. My youngest is in that last group. Academia is not her passion.…
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39 Golden Oldies–Getting Shinier By The Day
John and I are sitting in rockers. Side by side. Sharing space with other porch sitters behind an old lodge. We’re celebrating our 39th anniversary. How in the dickens did 39 years pass? I don’t feel old enough to have been married that long! Unless, of course, this had been a pre-arranged marriage by our…
Tip of My Iceberg 