For weeks, I receive a daily telemarking call from BIS Insurance. It is a very friendly automated female voice. “How are you today?” she asks and I have tried everything to make her stop calling. The other day, while already having a meltdown, I took it out on her as I screamed at the recorded…

Polly Riddell has one opening for one very special senior adult in my home on the South Side of Indianapolis. I am a caregiver willing to open my home for assisted living for that one special person who needs a helping hand. Assisted Living for One I offer a private room in my single family…

Been downsized, outsourced or just put out to pasture because you have gray hair?  Need the edge for finding a new career?  Allow me to share some invaluable resources.  Most folks have been loyal, dedicated employees only to find at age 50 or 60 they are out of a job but still need to work. …

Meet my friend Bethany Grace.  She is 8 years old but she knew from the age of 4 she wanted to play the harp.  I asked to hear her story and in a letter she wrote me she said “I was 4 years old when I heard my teacher play the harp and I fell…

This photo is a perfect reflection of a monumental situation which requires an immediate change of direction.  There are times when God allows the rock to fall.  Could it be as protection from what is on the other side?  Could it be a BIG sign for those of us who are a bit slow to…

NJ is a 38 year old wife and mother of six.  Yes 6.  They range in age from 29 to 8. When I was a professional guardian in Florida, I hired NJ as a caregiver for some of my elderly clients.  NJ was working on her nursing degree when she worked for me.  She also…

My week off work starts with lunch with a friend.  Suzy Q and I live a stone’s throw from each other geographically.  We met at church.  She is everything I am not.  She has a husband and children.  She says she attempted to do things the way God intended.  I surely did not.  But I…

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…

Mom has never been one to give a hug or say she loves me.  I know she does, but these outward demonstrations are not her love language..that is until of late.  She has seen the trials I have endured in my job caring for people with developmental disabilities.  Between the 4th of July and Labor Day…

My devotional time with God has taken on a creative aspect. Having discovered some stunning journals called Paper Blanks, I am now writing out my favorite scriptures, prayers, and miracles. They are categorized in a variety of ways with a different journal for each. Years ago, I was presented with the most beautiful journal as…