Faithful readers, today you get the once-in-a-lifetime chance to play a game called “Fact or Fiction? (Things My Mother Told Me Edition).” After reading each statement, decide if the information my mother shared with me is true or false. Ready? Let’s play! Fact or Fiction? My great-great-grandmother Hanold was buried in a Frederick’s of Hollywood […]
According to a study I once read, Americans spend an average of five years of their lives waiting. While I’ve never logged my waiting hours and extrapolated them to my expected lifespan to test this statistic, I can believe it. Just this morning, in my first 1.5 hours of being awake, I waited for • […]
According to a study I once read, Americans spend an average of five years of their lives waiting. While I’ve never logged my waiting hours and extrapolated them to my expected lifespan to test this statistic, I can believe it. Just this morning, in my first 1.5 hours of being awake, I waited for • […]
“Best Appeal to Our Emotions.” Many of 30POV’s best posts are passionate and personal, but none contain the raw humility of our Tenth Bestie: an example of the magic that happens when ethos and experience collide.
So, while Great-grandpa invaded our serene kingdom with his pillaging words, Great-gram would calmly reach into her shirt, take the hearing aid from her bra, and turn it off. Peace and silence restored to the kingdom, she resumed sipping her hot tea and solving her crossword puzzles.
Her mother sent her to the corner store with a signed note clutched in her seven-year-old hand. All the cashiers knew her. Knew she was a sweet, quiet, obedient little girl. With a chirpy greeting, she gave the note to the cashier, a routine procedure. While the cashier went to the main office a few […]
Sometimes I wonder if I’m making it all up. Sometimes I think you wonder that too. My biology conspires against me. Stress generates anxiety. Anxiety leads to OCD. OCD inevitably concedes to depression, my inability to create perfection spiraling me down into a state of futility. You look at me as if trying to witness […]
1977. Jimmy Carter was president of the United States, Queen Elizabeth II was entering her twenty-fifth year as monarch of England, and the Cold War wouldn’t end for another eleven years. And in a small Oklahoma town, a sixteen-year-old girl ran away from home for the first time. I don’t know where she went. Maybe […]