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I wasn’t going to belabor the death of my dog in yet another emotional post. I really wasn’t. But some strange force, not the least bit concerned about overanalyzing personal tragedy in a public forum, took over, and I didn’t have the strength to fight it. The thing is you don’t have to publish everything […]

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I’m reading Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, alongside Joan Anderson’s A Year by the Sea, after recently finishing Ann Patchett’s Pulitzer Prize Finalist novel The Dutch House.  What a twisted reading experience if there ever was one, but then again, it’s the beginning of my new life, half of me is enmeshed […]

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I’ve come to believe the gift of storytelling is our most evolved attribute as a species, the heritage of humanity if you will, but the truth is our most powerful stories often come about as a result of something tragic. They emerge unexpectedly, as if Moses from a basket in the river of time, swaddled […]

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It happened almost twenty years ago, so I can certainly claim ignorance, but it may have well been a stroke of genius. One never knows? Robin Williams said, “you’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” Believe me when I say I’m hanging on with both hands. I purchased a weathered black trunk from […]

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She’s been called many things but I like to think of her as a guardian – hand carved, slightly weathered, adorned with an ostentatious brass handle. Irregardless if I consider her a barrier, or a door, she’s imposing as hell.  What awaits me in 2018 is still a mystery, but all I want to do […]

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It’s true, I talk too much. I’s a burden but one I have chosen to bear. My teachers always noted this on my report cards, “Cheryl likes to talk,” along with notes on my poor spelling, and uncommon citizenship. I was nice but I would make a terrible secretary. Thank God my parents choose not […]

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What is the secret of Advent? I’m so glad you asked. I’ve been toying with the concept for weeks. I’ve come to realize that having something to look forward to is kindle for the human soul. It’s part of the appeal of Christmas, waiting and hoping for the most basic of gifts, that sense of […]

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I’m at a loss for words this month but I suppose that’s to be expected. Christmas is like moving but twice in one month. It involves enormous boxes, pulling things down from the rafters, unpacking, wrestling with memories, and lots of heavy lifting. In four weeks I’ll be doing the reverse but with five extra […]

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I have an intense Cyber Monday hangover, completely over indulged on several lightening specials, and now I want a Furby like no one’s business. I was so going to be Socrates, who lived a very frugal and simple life, and I only went to Amazon because, “I love to go and see all the things […]