Author: daylerogers
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My Biggest and Best Fan
The noise level was deafening. The room was mostly dark but for the strobe lights from the stage. The anticipation was so palpable that it pressed in on everyone, causing some to talk incessantly and others to sit, staring. And when the announcement came for the first group on stage, the screams crescendoed as the…
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I’ll Have It My Way
We’re hitting a cold spell in Florida that is very typical for this time of year. I tease my sister, who lives in Chicago, that I’m positively freezing here–at 50 degrees. And it’s still sunny. She commented to me the other day that it was 20 below with the windchill. And grey. Dismal. There really…
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I Need a Hero
When I was a little girl (yes, that was back in the dark ages before computers and social media and reality TV), heroes were not that hard to find. TV was young, and the characters were good or bad–there was never confusion as to who to cheer for when a fight started. The good guys…
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Not So Tasty
I stared at it. Red and green, scalloped edges. It looked like a leaf from some tropical plant. But I wasn’t planting it–I was supposed to cook it. Chard. Even the word feels less than inviting. Chard sounds more like a weapon or an act of violence than a vegetable. I’ve never eaten it, cooked…
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Baby Don’t Like That
Early one morning, my sweet son-in-law, Jeremy, was trying to get the lowdown on sports scores before the day got rolling. I understand this completely–my husband is an indiscriminate sports spectator. Life is good if Sports Center is immediately accessible. Soccer, fantasy football, Super Bowl, World Series–all are fuel for conversation at our house. So…
Tip of My Iceberg 