Author: daylerogers
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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…
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The Apron Strings Are Unraveling
Change sometimes comes as a pleasant surprise. Sometimes it’s a segue from what’s familiar to what really needs to be. And sometimes change just bites you in the bum. I’m somewhere in between the last two. Things need to change, but I’ll be sporting those teeth marks for a bit. My baby’s growing up. This…
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Creativity Is The Mother Of Fun
When I was growing up in the Midwest, our family would visit new homes as they were being built. We’d walk around and dream of a bigger house, our own bedrooms, more bathrooms. (My grandmother was right. Culturally we have fewer children and more bathrooms in our homes. Go figure.) These Sunday afternoon jaunts weren’t…
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The Face Of The Heart
Nobody ever wakes up expecting to be annoyed. Anticipating being bothered. Maybe we should. It’s bound to happen. And being aware is a way of mentally and emotionally preparing for that unexpected divot that everyone walks in. Daily. That attitude of preparedness would have helped me as we flew back from Denver to Orlando. The…
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Left Behind But Not Left Out
Seventeen of us set out, the day a bit dreary. Colder than expected. Slight drizzle. Four of us never made it. Sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? If you’re one of the ones left behind, it is dramatic. Let me back up the boat a bit. Our extended family was going for a bike ride in the…
Tip of My Iceberg 