Everything is Relative
Mom’s maternal instincts were just that; instinctive. Her own mother had died while Mom was still a toddler; her father…
Author: froghavenlady
Caramel Apples and Popcorn Balls
Like many kids in the fifties and sixties, the kids on Rubberneck Avenue enjoyed the Halloween season with school parades,…
TWO BULBS SHORT OF A FLOWER BED
This spring has been different for many reasons, not the least of which I’m working through the grief of being…
When Life’s Dreams Are Interrupted
Dear Readers: Like many others, I’m watching my fellow countrymen fall prey to a divisiveness that will not go…
To All the Cars I Drove Before
(With apologies to Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias) (Verses 1 and 2) To all the cars I drove before The…
If It Started with the Letter F…
On a regular basis, Brat eagerly climbed the fence two doors away to spend time with the neighbor and poodles. …
Heaven Will Never Be The Same
It is The Fourth of July, 2019, and our country is celebrating the 243rd Independence Day. Other anniversaries thus far…
Seasonal American Pie
Having the additional ability to reason and therefore, expected to ably discern differences, man should routinely ask questions. There is…
Nurturing Garden Blues
Mom would have loved my back yard garden once it had developed after the first few seasons. She would have…