Memories stir from a visual glance at the past.  I pulled out the tarnish proof box that holds my good silver flatware in preparation for our Christmas Eve traditional celebration dinner.  In 1976 just two hundred years after the nation of the United...

Rejection and unworthiness have been my reality for 65 years. From husbands to family to friends, I have carried a lifetime of events that spoke to me saying I never measured up to expectations or I was simply not worth the effort for someone to love...

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. ...

My pastor posted on social media, “I pray you get 7 miracles within the next 7 days!”  I replied that I had 7 people I want to give these miracles to. My heart is breaking as I learn of the hopeless conditions in a refugee camp in Africa.  I know one...

Sound has tormented me for years but after a head injury in 2006, I have been pushed to the edge of endurance.  Every year I dread the Fourth of July.  A month of my life is ruined by fireworks.  For years I have been searching for a place I could go...

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...

As a last resort, I wrote a letter to the President of the United States asking for help for my refugee family in exile in Africa. After all, Joe Biden was very proud of one of his first executive orders made in February 2021 regarding the resettlement...

Job hunting in January when it is cold and dark, when you are fat and sassy but “sassy” left the building and you are a deplorable or perhaps it is just a 65-year-old undesirable. My African son sent this message this morning, “mother, finding a job probably...

What a waste of time applying to the job boards for employment.  This never worked even when I was young and beautiful.  Now that I am old and eccentric with a lot of eclectic thrown in, it is impossible.  The problem is there is no job...

“Help wanted” signs are in every window but can an eccentric geriatric starlet find a job?  Let me tell you how the job search is going.  Monday, I had the interview where I had to find the 4th empty parking lot on the right before the bridge...