A mother’s hands are the first to receive you when you enter this world. A mother’s hands were the first to reach out to you
So It’s Blursday Again
With this extended concept of lockdown or restricted movement, social distancing, quarantine, whatever you call it, I’ve lost sense of the days of the week
Dating a Date
There are very few things that I wish were universal, but a universal standard for writing the date would be most convenient and definitely at
Listen With Your Soul
When was the last time you listened to the rain? Really listened? We all hear it, especially when it comes down like a deluge, but
The Wax Job
No, it’s not THAT kind of wax job, so for those of you with a non-vegetarian mind, I hate to disappoint and launch a spoiler
Mid-life Croaks: Re-born as a Squirrel
We make fun every year of squirrels who run around like berserk energy fields busily collecting acorns and chestnuts in autumn and burying them in
FrogDiva Thoughts 