Behind the Puddle

One ordinary moment, observed behind the puddle.

August 11, 2026

August 11, 2026

Let it be a Puddle

The patio didn’t change the puddle. It changed where I sat. And apparently, where I sat changed what I saw. Continue reading

Behind the Puddle, Puddle Stories, Seasons

About Me

I’m Stasia, and Behind the Puddle grew from an ordinary place that taught me to pay attention. From my patio overlooking a little Iowa waterway we affectionately call the puddle, I write about wildlife, belonging, human needs, the conversations that matter, and the small moments that help us understand what makes a life meaningful.

Past Puddle Stories

September 2026
August 2026
July 2026
May 2026

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August 11, 2026

Let it be a Puddle