Ponderings, Musings, and observations

Polly’s Writings

These stories are of the woods, the natives, ranchlands, my beginning, and life.

Writings

  • Under Siege

    I did not sleep until about 3:00 a.m. Tossing and turning pinned in last nights time. War erupted, and not just any war, but the very form of government that stands for freedom and homegrown ideas are in the path. People mention freedom here, in fact shout it out as if we are locked up,…

  • Divided We Fall

    I read the other day of Joan Didion’s passing from our literary world and today caught a descriptive piece about her writing by New York Times former book critic, Machiko Kakutani. Didion died Thursday, December 23, 2021 at the age of 87, but may well live into history as one of the greatest American essayists,…

  • WE are in Charge

    I view the sentiment of social media users every few days just to look into the window they look out of. Most are looking through the windshield with serious needs; their parents have care needs they can’t provide, or they themselves don’t have insurance with three kids in tow and no serious job. Women in…

  • The Extra Mile

    “Go the extra mile, it is never crowded.” -unknown- I saw this quote this morning that culminated much of my thinking this past four years or so when it comes to who we are as a nation and where we may be headed. We are not only lost politically, but emotionally, morally and ethically. As…

  • Responsibility

    Growing up my Dad was involved in many community organizations the Hospital Board, 4-H leadership, Water Board, Chamber of Commerce Board and the Gunnison Guide and Outfitters organization. He was involved because that is what you do as a responsible citizen. He cared about his county and his place in it and worked for the…

  • Ruth

    Ruth Bader Ginsburg saw into the future as if through a magical looking glass. Her summaries and court opinions always took the high road, while at the same time giving us an okay to take our Constitution as a living document that breathes with changes in our country. To be sure, she understood it was…

  • Remembrances

    On this day 49 years ago a man working for my folks was standing by the radio in our rural general store listening intently through the static with furrowed brows. For whatever reason he drew my 14 year-old attention, maybe he waved me over, but for whatever reason I was drawn. I walked over there…