Tag: Dayle Rogers
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When Two Opposing Forces Equal Fun
She was a Jewish girl raised in Brooklyn. He was an Italian Catholic boy raised in Queens. Both grew to love opera, teaching, traveling, and souvenir shopping. They were opposite ends on the political spectrum. But they were the best of friends. Ruth Bader Ginsberg and Antonin Scalia, both Supreme Court justices, enjoyed a…
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The Things In Life Worth Cheering
He’s so happy. Having had a tough week at work, my husband settled into a joy-filled place Saturday for a fall favorite. American college football. With all the uncertainty COVID has brought, this was yet one more potential loss. Another “Wait till next year when things may be back to normal”. It’s happening. I,…
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When Fall Fails To Form
Growing up in the Midwest, I would anticipate autumn with a delight typical of kids who’d lived through a humid summer with little to no air conditioning. Who’d gotten bored with whatever activities no longer held their interest. Who missed friends and wanted to be out from under mom and dad’s watchful eyes. The onset…
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Beat It; Just Beat It
There’s something about a pinata that brings out the competitive spirit in everyone. Destroying a papier-mache shape filled with candy so it will empty its contents for all to enjoy is an indescribable delight. Ryken, for his sixth birthday, wanted a pinata. He had a desire for gifts, but having a pinata was important. It…
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Dream A Little Dream–And Then What?
Brooklyn, at four, asks a lot of deep questions. I doubt many adults have their minds pursue the unique inquiries she makes. Spiritual, philosophical, larger-than-life issues that she is truly curious about. She explained how she doesn’t like the dark. I agreed wholeheartedly; I’ve never been fond of the dark. As a child, I was…
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