Tag: Dayle Rogers
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Did I Say That Out Loud?
“Having a hard time walking?” I’d just tripped–again–and made a rather remarkable recovery. “No. I’m fine. Just fine.” Snark was oozing out my pores. “Could be those shoes you wear all the time.” My husband pointed to my soccer flops, my go-to footwear on any given day. Comfort is a high value for me. Satisfied…
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Confinement Is A Dirty Word
Memories come flooding back. I’ve done this before. Soccer tournaments were a mainstay of our family for years. We’d drive all over Florida and surrounding states as well as fly to several so our kids could compete for medals and trophies that now gather dust in our attic. But when invited by my daughter to…
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The Pendulum Can Be A Pit
Growing up in the Midwest, winters were bitterly cold and snow was the norm. I loved being outside, ice skating, sledding, snowball fights. Shoveling snow? Not so much. In the evenings, when darkness fell quickly, my twin sister and I would play in our basement. Dad had rigged a swing down there–we had the space…
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Heeeeere’s The Kick-Off!
Football season is upon us. Games that used to be relegated to the weekends are now popping up throughout the week. It’s how I misplace my husband till the Superbowl is over. I do like the idea of football. Two teams working together to win a game. Everyone sacrificing life and limb on the…
Tip of My Iceberg 