Frog Haven Lady

Author and Freelance Writer of Marketing, Informational and Persuasive Copy

The Man from Valentine, Nebraska

I’d been in the workplace for better than a decade, and had already worked for some very difficult employers; I’d become one myself, co-running the small vac shop at the south edge of town.  But when I left to work part-time elsewhere, I eventually landed downtown on Broadway in another family-owned business.  What had once […]

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MULTI-TASKING at THE MANOR

I am slowly facing the reality that I can no longer multi-task; at least, not when it comes to combining my entrepreneurial, social networking with my love for cooking. My Rogue sat there and didn’t say much last night.  He was gulping down the food in his normal fashion; the joke around here is that […]

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A Fork in the Road

I wanted the silverware more than I ever imagined, and they have proven to be magical wands full of memories.  I do not mix a can of tuna or turn a slice of meat in the pan without remembering the mannerism that I watched and absorbed all those years in the kitchen next door.  Our […]

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Finding the You

I always believed one could learn from their associates, whether older or younger; moreover, that this mom doesn’t always know what is best or even possible. Such thoughts remind me that motherhood is a blessing, not a skilled artisan’s vocational specialty…and my learning curve is ever evolving. So it was with my daughter recently, as […]

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Pomegranates and a Traveling Washer

Unfortunately, a little sister was the last thing that my thirteen year Only Bro wanted “from Santa”.  My arrival changed things considerably; I didn’t score any points arriving on Christmas Eve. Mom had to stay in the hospital; this meant that my fifteen-year-old Big Sis was nominated to cook the turkey for Daddy and Only […]

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Nurturing Garden Blues

Mom would have loved my back yard garden once it had developed after the first few seasons.  She would have enjoyed the maturity of the trees and the scattered perennial shrubs.  Blue was her favorite color, so the lobelia that I’d dappled here and there to offset the varied pinks and orange hues would have […]

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View from the Front Porch

I used to sit on the front porch late at night (late for me was just after dark) and I’d sing.  I would sing whatever song came to mind, hoping that I’d be “discovered” by one of the neighbors.  Now, exactly what the heck the neighbors were supposed to do from where we lived I […]

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