It’s Just My Mom

I was asked to write a piece last year, a short quick write, based on an object I brought to my writing group. I brought a stuffed frog, which my mom always carried in the back of her car for when the grandkids were passengers and needed something to do. This frog also held additional significance, because she used to have a rubber frog she would place on her podium before she plunged into the water and swam her heart away.  She made her way before Title 9 was a thing, and wet her toes in her way, on her terms. Enjoy, I only had about an hour to write this piece, but it holds near, dear, and true in my heart. It also put a smile on my momma’s face!

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