Hello friends and friends and friends. I have a time-sensitive edit for my next book. So, here and there, I will be taking off a day or two. I am sorry for the lapses.I so appreciate you taking the time to read my daily blogs at PollyGoggles.You mean a great deal to me. Wishing for […]

The day after April Fool’s Day. I hope you all escaped without getting fooled twice. You know what W Bush said about getting fooled. Anyway.  Here’s something that sounds like I’m fooling. But I’m not. I collect weird words.  I know.  Most people collect dolls or glass figurines.  However, my collections include rocks and this.  Weird

I’m not sure when I started to love the story as much as I do.  But the “story” is the backbone of our culture.  We live by the story.  We hear them. We tell them. The story is our connection to everything and everyone. Past, present and future. These days, I scour my mind for

Hello friends and friends and friends. I have a time-sensitive edit for my next book. So, here and there, I will be taking off a day or two. I am sorry for the lapses.I so appreciate you taking the time to read my daily blogs at PollyGoggles.You mean a great deal to me. Wishing for

Purses By Linda Stowe One of the perks of being in a wheelchair is that I can carry with me everything I need when going on an outing. I have a small tote bag slung over one of the back handles that carries my wallet, phone, house key, garage door opener, even a cup to

Hey, smarty pants.Well, what about this?What if that someone isn’t wearing any pants?  Can they still be smarty? Of course, they can.  Especially if we are talking about all our pals in the animal kingdom. But there is a lot involved when it comes to determining the “smartest” animal. In fact, the task isn’t as

Hello friends and friends and friends. I have a time-sensitive edit for my next book. So, here and there, I will be taking off a day or two. I am sorry for the lapses.I so appreciate you taking the time to read my daily blogs at PollyGoggles.You mean a great deal to me. Wishing for

Sometimes, I wish I could transform myself into — excuse my terminology — but I wish I could transform myself into a badass. I’ve mentioned this before, I know, over the years here in the Blogdom. But.  For the record, I don’t have an ounce of badass in me naturally. I mean. I’m tough enough