Author: daylerogers
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Rest – Life’s Oxymoron
When I walked into the room and found Isley asleep on a large chair cushion on the floor, I couldn’t help but smile. Then I got a little jealous. Napping in the middle of the day, curled up like a kitten, comfortable and oblivious to everything around her, she was a picture of perfect rest.…
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Na, Na, You Can’t Find Me
Why do kids love to play hide and seek? It’s a game, of course, but I think there’s something enticing about the possibility of not being found. That someone could actually stay hidden till they wanted to be discovered. Growing up, I remember playing hide and seek all over our neighborhood with the other kids…
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Different is Just Different
The starkness of a leafless tree against a backdrop of fresh fallen snow had a dignity all its own. The pewter sky made it look like it was set on a large cloth for display. The wind made the bare branches wave, almost mocking in their sad nakedness. And it was so cold. So who…
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The Bursting of the Bubbily Bubbles
There’s nothing like a bathtub full of bubbles to make you smile. I’ve watched my grandkids turn from frumpy to fun-loving with a fistful of bubbles. They make bubble beards, bubble biceps, bubble hats, bubble mountains. The creativity and fun is endless with the foamy white that fills the tub. Isley uses two washcloths she…
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Debunking the Decluttering Myth
Whenever a move happens, whenever there is opportunity for things to be relocated from one place to another, there is an accompanying phenomenon that can transpire in the process of said move. Those of an organized nature would refer to this as decluttering. Those of us with a messier head and a severe aversion to…
Tip of My Iceberg 