Tag: Dayle Rogers
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It Can Get Better
We celebrated our anniversary a few days ago. So many years together–suffice it to say we’ve grown up together and have mellowed well with age. Memories of our wedding are still very clear. I was the first in my family to get married, and back in the day, the wedding was more about the parents…
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Things Go Bump Night And Day
I’ve been reminded lately of the power of the unknown to cause fear. Not just things hiding in closets or under beds, but all those things that we don’t understand and can’t control. The fearsome things under beds and in closets is where fear began for me. My imagination has never been wanting in visualizing…
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The Sun Will Always Rise
I’ve been an early riser since I was little. I’d get up early to spend time with my Dad. Raised on a farm, he was up with the sun and had his moments of quiet before our family imposed our noise on him. I’d tiptoe down to the kitchen, where he sat with his newspaper,…
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It Often Takes A Village
I’m always surprised how often I need others to help me finish a task well. I’m not good about asking. I’d rather push through than ask for assistance. Ever since I was a child, I’ve not wanted to look needy. I was carrying a paddle board back from the beach several days ago. The wind…
Tip of My Iceberg 