Wayward Frogs

“Come Mama, follow me. Jump in da pud-dle!” My daughter’s imagination is legit. So I follow and jump onto a blanket that’s splayed out in the middle of the rug. Still, people’s voices will play in my head. “That age was my favorite” and “Enjoy it while it lasts.” Instead of helping, their words tormentContinue reading “Wayward Frogs”