Polka Dotted Daisies

unapologetically random

It’s not me.

I can feel the crazy. The irrational feelings and thoughts. It's like I am separated from myself, watching from the inside, while a hurricane of negative thoughts swirl around outside of me, trying to escape. Like a bee stuck in... Continue Reading →

I don’t regret my tattoo.

Several years ago, after many years of discussions and sketches, my sweet husband took me to get my first, and only, tattoo. To say it was a big deal, is an understatement. Even though I had friends with tattoos, and... Continue Reading →

But, I’ll starve!

Four years ago, a friend, very concerned over how I was steadily feeling worse despite my efforts to eat better and exercise, suggested I try an elimination diet. She had heard of adults that suddenly became allergic to dairy. She... Continue Reading →

Twenty Years

The connection was cosmic. It was as though God had specifically designed us for each other. Maybe He did. We loved every bit of each other, and accepted each other's imperfections. My baggage we more obvious than yours. I carried... Continue Reading →

White Salsa – made Alpha Gal safe

I've been trying to make Mexican White Salsa for years and years. I tried it once, long ago, before I had Alpha-Gal, and failed. Now that I can't even enjoy it at a restaurant, I was determined to find a... Continue Reading →

Just try

I always wanted to try. I couldn't stay after school. It wasn't a class that led to a profitable career. I should have started in high school, so it's too late now. I should have done it in college, so... Continue Reading →

I don’t believe you

Please don't say I'm good, I won't believe you.

The One Thing I Know About Life

{I decided this week that I wanted to try and devote 15 minutes each day to writing. I posted a request on my Facebook Page, asking for writing prompts. My friend Sherrin suggested this post. 15 minutes...and go...} The one... Continue Reading →


I'm talking myself in circles today. Nothing new, at least not for me. It started with a random thought at 6 a.m., where I pondered the lack of any memory involving my grandmother making daily to do lists. Her day... Continue Reading →

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