Tag: Dayle Rogers
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Holding Tightly; Releasing Eventually
It’s January 7, and our Christmas tree is still up. It’s not artificial; it’s very real. Was once very alive. We’ve had it since November 23–it’s been in our family room for over six weeks. The tree has lost very few needles. It’s quite green, with a wonderful fresh aroma that still fills the room.…
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It’s All About The Faces
Many are reflecting on what occurred in 2018. Personal goals reached; dreams realized; ambitions pursued. Or not. It would be easy for me to reduce my year to what I accomplished. To look at what I was able to do and evaluate accordingly. I’d be disappointed with myself. I’ve high expectations of what I should…
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A Picture Is Worth At Least Fifteen Words
Fifteen framed black and white pictures. All the grands. And an almost granddog. The kids made me cry on Christmas–always a goal. If Mom sobs, the gift was a hit. We have no pictures of all the grands anywhere in the house. The ones we had were outdated–the older ones were underwhelmed by their youth;…
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The Day The Jammies Did Me In
“They’re where?” “China!” “Did you order them from overseas?” “Not unless you count Ohio as overseas.” We’ve got a semi-tradition of having matching pajamas to wear Christmas morning when the kids are in town to celebrate. It’s only semi because we’ve done it just one year. Not everyone was here this year. This had…
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‘Twas The Night Before The Big One
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land, There was hustling and bustling with what had been planned. People dashing and darting from one store to others, For last minute gifts for their friends and their mothers. Dad was stuck in the lines at the shops at the mall, Shopping till 10! Last-minute…
Tip of My Iceberg 