Jordan, also known as the
"Peanut Butter Queen,"
believes that
hope, joy, and love
are sticky like peanut butter. 
"Spread them around," she says,
"and you can't help
but get some on yourself too."

A  non-fiction author, self-proclaimed genius, jelly roll addict, and undiscovered shower singer, Marsha Jordan began her writing career on the bathroom walls of St. Joseph's Catholic Elementary School.  Now this zany grandma's complaint letters span the globe and  her writing appears in the finest restrooms across the country.  

Marsha describes herself as a ten year old kid masquerading as a responsible adult and trapped in a grandmother's body.  She's placed her youth on the endangered species list and says it's evaporating faster than spit on a hot griddle.  Instead of aging like a fine wine, she says she's more like moldy cheese or curdled milk.

Jordan has two boys, ages 36 and 61. She's been married to the 61 year old for 37 years.

(To read an essay about him, click here.)

Marsha has been held hostage for nearly half a century in the north woods of Wisconsin with her rocket scientist husband, "Hunky Magoo." (She calls him H.M. for short, which he likes to think stands for "His Majesty.")  They share their empty nest with a badly behaved and toothless, brain-damaged toy poodle, King Louie, who rules the household with an iron paw.

(Click to read the essay about Louie which was published in "A Cup of Comfort for Dog Lovers")

Jordan, who has eaten enough chocolate to make the Guinness Book of Records, spends her days ignoring her dirty oven and dreaming of the things she'd like to accomplish but probably never will -- including overcoming the trauma of class picture day in second grade (check out the picture here and you'll understand). Her hobbies (besides eating and napping) include rubber stamping, collecting antiques, riding her pet pig Shirley, and studying do-it-yourself dentistry.