Tag: Dayle Rogers
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The First Step Is The Real Journey
Walking is a learned skill. We don’t come into the world knowing how to do it. We barely know how to kick and flail. Crying is innate. Any small dissatisfaction–at most any age–can give us cause to use our voices. Walking is something every parent longs for their first child to accomplish quickly. It’s a…
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A Little Pain Can’t Darken Hope
“It was larger than I’d anticipated. He’s going to be pleased it’s finally taken care of.” John’s doctor informed me of the success of his hernia surgery; I had a better picture of his discomfort. When I saw his incision, I appreciated his words even more. John’s had the hernia for quite some time. Most…
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When The Pushed Envelope Pushes Back
“Stay, Aspen. Down, Aspen. Heel. Sit.” Sydney spoke commands to the incredibly excitable Aspen, her two-year-old Labrador retriever. That pup is so people-focused that his excitement level very often overcomes his newly-acquired skill set. Learned obedience. The poor guy has a way to go. He’s such a happy dog that when folks come to…
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Unfamiliar Faces With Familiar Issues
The faces spread before me covered decades of life, layers of family, most of whom I’ve never known. Part of our sister weekend was going through a tub-full of pictures Mom had saved. Our history. With both parents having passed on, there were photos we each wanted, visual memories of what life had been like.…
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Never Were There Such Delightful Sisters
When Mom passed away a little over a year ago, the concern was that we, three sisters who’ve been close for so long, would no longer make it a priority to be together. Mom’s place was the gathering spot, the place we’d converge to visit her in the waning years of her life to…
Tip of My Iceberg 