Tag: Dayle Rogers
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I Wasn’t Made For This
While we were gone this summer, my friend Amy took charge of freshening up my kitchen. Dream items that are sweet gifts to me. One of my heart’s desires was to have a bigger sink. My other sink was adequate, but I had to maneuver big pots and pans to get them clean. Not a…
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The Beat We Follow Is A Life Path
Birthday parties for kids are all about fun, food, and a lot of the foolish adults don’t often appreciate. Ryken recently turned five. A huge number in a young life–new beginnings, feelings of independence, an “I can do” attitude. He’s very self-aware, of his likes, dislikes, abilities, dreams. A little further along in those areas…
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A Promise Is A Promise–Sometimes
I saw the truck and assumed it was someone stopping by to pick up tools from our back yard where they’d been clearing grass and weeds so our porch could be extended. I yelled at John, “They’re back. Probably to pick up their stuff. Why don’t you go talk to them.” Translated: Can you get…
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Welcome To My Porch
Coffee in hand, John and I sat on our back porch early one morning. Before heat and humidity made it unpleasant. The sun was up, and bits of beautiful blue could be seen through scuttling clouds that drifted overhead. Some rainclouds, preparing to let loose another wave of saturation. Some like mounds of cotton…
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We’re In A Can Of Peas?
Not being a fan of traffic, I tend to drive home from work a way that’s a little longer. The green space I drive through, the fewer number of cars, decompress the inner tensions from the day. I breathe. One of my favorite parts of the drive is a road covered by a canopy of…
Tip of My Iceberg 