Each January, the frog pond calls to me. I drive across town to the Discovery
Center parking lot, put on my mud shoes, breathe in the damp, leafy air, and step away from my everyday world. ~excerpt from short story
"The Frog Pond,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2011
, Article 18.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2011/iss1/18