Tag: Dayle Rogers
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When I Grow Up I’m Gonna Be Something
Landry vigorously stirred the eggs as his dad readied the pan. “I’m gonna be a chef when I grow up.” His statement was punctuated by his chest–and tummy–thrown out with decisiveness. A life plan. A dream of what he wants to become. His dad laughed. At not-quite-three, Landry has had many desires of what to…
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Is That Little Light Really Shining?
I don’t claim to know much about cars. They’re wonderful modes of transportation to get me where I want to go. I’m a good driver (don’t listen to my husband). And I don’t shake and quake at filling my gas tank. I’ll wash my car when it’s dirty–or drive it through the carwash. And…
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Who Loves Ya, Buddy?
The family has slowly drifted away from the wedding festivities to their own homes and routines. Except for my son and his two oldest boys. He has another wedding he needs to participate in, and the coming and going again wasn’t working. They’ve hunkered here for a short while. And the boys are getting used…
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Space And Grace To Count The Cost
I truly love people. An extrovert by nature, my happy place is being with folks I care about. This disclaimer needed to be made because right now I’m yearning for alone time. Quiet. Not a typical attitude for me. As a matter of fact, I often get uncomfortable and antsy when I’m alone too long.…
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Last But Never Least
100 percent chance of rain. All day. And Florida cold–damp that cuts right to the bone. It was my daughter’s wedding day. The last of our six children to be married. The rain was a downer; the venue was about an hour and a half from our home. Most of those attending would be traveling…
Tip of My Iceberg 