Tag: Dayle Rogers
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It Happened Again
It was one of those days where everything felt hard. I’m quite fortunate that my life is not filled with suffering from illness or loss of a job. I really have nothing to complain about. That doesn’t stop me from periodic whininess. I’d been privileged to hear challenging stories that friends shared vulnerably. The kind…
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What Goes Around
I’ve been the observer of culture long enough to know that there is nothing new under the sun. Solomon said that thousands of years ago. As a mom, I’ve watched toys cycle through new generations. My Little Ponies were all the rage when my oldest daughter was little in 1987. They faded from the scene…
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Not The Anticipated End
The sky was darkening as we drove to the field. John commented that there was a distinct possibility the game would be cancelled; we have an inordinate amount of thunder storms here in central Florida. Practices for the preceding two weeks had been cancelled because of lightning. Two of our grandkids–brother and sister–were playing each…
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What Does Clean Feel Like?
We have the incredible good fortune to have a massive sink in our kitchen. It’s been a source of fun for the littles when they come over–playing in water is a universal joy for tots. It also fits big turkeys which need to be rinsed, large amounts of vegetables that need washing and peeling, and…
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Who Knows You Best?
My friend Debby is a true relic. She is a bona fide letter writer. She doesn’t send a plethora of texts or emails. She thoughtfully, creatively puts words together to create a narrative that can be about daily doings, but reading it in print, with her beautiful take on words is almost like sitting across…
Tip of My Iceberg 