Look Mom, No Hands!
Sometimes we moms wonder if all the repeated teachings we perform as loving parents are ever really understood; emphasis on…
Author: froghavenlady
Kitchen Hopping
On a regular basis, Winnie eagerly climbed the fence two doors away to spend time with Butch and her poodles. …
A Mother’s Thoughts
It’s a choice to cry again, my dear one, for as you cry unknowingly My heartstrings’ tempo recognizes two-part harmony…
Rejoicing on Rubberneck Avenue
Fifty years ago, in my small little world of Rubberneck Avenue, I understood that families with German heritage “were Lutheran…
Accordionist Angst
I began music lessons on April 9. The good news was that I had talent and an ear for music. …
A Palm Sunday Snow Day
Palm Sunday was always one of my favorite days; I loved receiving the beautifully flexible palm frond; I had absolutely…
Bi-Lingual Gig
During junior and senior high, I took French in school; much to my dismay, I wasn’t a “natural” at it,…
Groundhog Grief
I can’t explain the depression and the grief that imprint upon my heart an underlying ache; at least, not very…
A Numbers Game
Daddy would get depressed on occasion, but he’d always played sports, so when he no longer was active himself, he…