Author: daylerogers
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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…
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Winning At All Costs?
I just spent a good portion of the last two days playing Candy Land with my three-year-old granddaughter. I didn’t win a single game. I’ve been through the routine before. With six children, I’ve played my share of games where I allowed my kids to win. A lot. But learning to lose is a valuable…
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A View From The Porch
My Dad’s mom, Granny, lived for years in an old house in Bowie, Texas. It was on a tiny farm where they raised cows and chickens and vegetables by the bushels. That was our vacation every summer for as long as I can remember. We’d go down there for two weeks and become the farm…
Tip of My Iceberg 