Author: daylerogers
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Where There’s A Hole There’s A Way
I’m not sure when it happened, but my grands are hooked on fishing. It helps that our resident fisherman–our son-in-law–is gracious enough to take them to the pond behind our home and help them put the worms on the hooks and pull out the hooks that are swallowed or end up in an eye. Ryken…
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There Is No Dress Rehearsal
I’ve been to my share of graduations. Celebrations of a rite of passage, a task accomplished and a new journey ahead. Most of them have been from high school or college. This was my first kindergarten graduation. Yes, this is a thing. I didn’t realize that so much attention could be focused on finishing this…
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Everybody Has A Gripe
The scene looked too familiar. People angry, pushing against barriers, screaming for reform. Police trying to hold the line, attempting to bring order, to no avail. They rushed onto a field, screaming to oust a certain person. Then they kicked a soccer ball around. Because they could. This past weekend in the UK, a much…
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Balloon Bash–Or Bust?
When we finally celebrated John’s birthday with all the grands, it was more a party along the level of an elementary school child. It’s why John connects so well with children. The kids had gotten a plethora of balloons for the celebration, filled with helium and bobbing around like apples in a tub of water.…
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Love Ya Lots!
I learned long ago to never let anyone leave the house without telling them I love them. Not to be maudlin, but there are no guarantees I’ll see them again. I don’t want my last words to someone to be expressions of anger, disappointment, or guilt. I’m not great at it, and there are many…
Tip of My Iceberg 