Tag: Dayle Rogers
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I Am The Deer Watcher
“Let’s practice so I know you’re watching. What happens when you see a deer?” I yelled, “Deer!” And we both laughed. Sounds ridiculous. But my twin and I were driving to Wisconsin to visit our little sister; she lives in the north woods. Legitimately. It isn’t merely autumn in full bloom up there; it’s deer…
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The Hilarity Games
The competition was high; the stakes were massive. The rules of the games were being laid out with the detail required by a serious endeavor. Clarifying questions were asked so rules would be followed–no one wanted to be disqualified. Candy was at stake. It was our yearly Fun Day. Instead of deeper, more reflective…
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I Found Him!
He wasn’t physically or mentally lost. He was still operating with all his faculties. But he felt lost to me. We hadn’t connected well with him in quite some time. My husband’s job has been really busy of late. A smattering of travel, a plethora of meetings, responsibilities that grab his attention and his…
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Pleasure And Pain–Is There A Difference?
John was out of town, and three of my sons-in-law were at a college soccer game. Which left my daughter and me with five kids. Dinnertime. Not feeling in the mood to cook–I’m not sure I ever feel in that mood anymore–we decided to take the kids to Chick-fil-A. Family Night. A master of balloon…
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How Did I Miss That?
The waiting was over. The cement truck arrived, and the concrete was finally poured for our patio. The process began a year ago when we determined we were going to expand our small porch to a bigger space to accommodate our growing family and the friends we wanted to entertain outside in our wonderful…
Tip of My Iceberg 