Tag: Dayle Rogers
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The World Needs Kaleidoscope Eyes
I longed for the big box of 64 crayons when I was a kid. I was fascinated with color, not just the shades of blues and reds and yellows but the wonderful names they each had. Sunset orange, dolphin gray, purple mountains’ majesty, cornflower blue, jazzberry jam. They all sounded so magical. Not just colors…
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It Goes With Being Bros
I was raised with two sisters and a brother, and we got along fairly well as we maneuvered growing up in a culture that was pushing to change everything, correct the wrongs done to the greater population, and address what they felt was good and right. That was the 60’s. Our relationships matured with our…
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Nobody Wants To Be Cut Down
I love trees. My husband says I relate to trees like I do people–each one has a personality and quirks. All of them have value. We have a live oak in our front yard that is slowly doing damage to our driveway, water pipes, and lawn. The root system sits high so there are these…
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When It’s Not About Me
I disappointed a friend recently. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. I wasn’t trying to hurt, annoy, or upset anyone. It happened. I tend to move through life with a “go-with-the-flow” attitude. I’m not mired in what is; I’m open to change. In this time of necessary pivoting, I maneuver fairly well. Not…
Tip of My Iceberg 