Life and Times of Polly Jo PerryWarrenfelt – Riddell almost Tomlinsonwriting as G. Polly Jordan 11-25-1956 Note: This is a work in progress. I would not have posted it before it was complete unless I thought there was a chance I might die first. On January 1, 2023 I went to the ER and it …
Greetings flowed in from across the world. For a woman with no biological children, I am blessed by children who call me mom. There is a universal need for mom’s. You can fulfill a mighty need across the miles and the continents. All My Chosen Children and Grand-Children Kirbie is my God-daughter. I was her …
My God-Daughter Kirbie is getting married! I vividly remember the blustery day we drove to northern Indiana to attend the wedding of her friend Sarah. Kirbie had never even had a date (and that prom event in those six inch heels on her already 5’10” frame does not count.) Sensing her inner turmoil at watching …
I never rest. Not that I don’t want to, but there are so many exhilarating things to do and they outweigh the time allowed so I am always curiously learning new things, promoting charitable causes, rescuing refugees from Africa and then writing stories about it all. Selecting my “burial” site is just one more example.
Is it possible to sum up 50 years of marriage in one sentence? Without missing a beat Bob says, ?we are finally in a good place.?
Today I let go of someone I love. I went against everything my heart wanted and obliged everything he asked for. Did he want this? Or is it simply what he asked for? We met in 2004. I am a civilized, well-bred Yankee woman and friends with his mother, Maggie Mae, a southern woman raised …
Two days ago Facebook reminded me a year ago I had the first fire of the season. The Christmas issue of Cowboys and Indians had just arrived in my mailbox. Wrapped up in a western fleece blanket made by a friend and sipping a hot toddy, I enjoyed that fire letting time stand still and …
