Author: daylerogers
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It’s a Lot Easier to Hide Than it is to Seek
We’ve lived in Florida longer than I can imagine, and we’d never taken the time to take the boat tour in this town to the north of us. It was delightful! Historical homes, lush greenery, canals that wound around bent old trees. I was in such awe during the whole hour of the tour that…
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Fear of Falling
When I was a kid, there were no such things as bike helmets. (Yes, I am a dinosaur.) We rode our bikes with reckless abandon down hillsides and dirt paths without having the proper wheels for such endeavors. We’d crash into each other on a regular basis. I remember once wiping out on gravel while…
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Windows That Don’t Need Cleaning
I have a funny, wise-cracking optometrist. A generation behind mine, he finds great joy in telling me I have old eyes. They go with the rest of the old me. I was seeing him (no pun intended) for a checkup for those old eyes. My contacts felt scratchy, my glasses were the wrong prescription. Seeing…
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A Mom By Any Other Name
This was meant to be sent the day after Mother’s Day, but with my lack of tech savvy, it didn’t happen. We’ll give it a go again. We’ve all got one. We all got here the same way. And whether the experience was positive, negative or neutral, the story in that relationship impacts all of…
Tip of My Iceberg 