I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl
(6). I’m so upset this morning that any fight I had was so long ago I can’t remember it. To me the fight now is with congress that will not step up and declare this president insane, unfit to govern. I don’t care what or any political party you’re in, you have to see that in the last few days, and future days, he could get us into a nuclear world war. He’s already stirred up troubles all over the world. Sounds impossible? Has he followed any of our sacred documents set up by the founding fathers – The Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights? Our military and their families are suffering because of his acting out childish tantrums. I am angry and ready to fight this lunatic!
The little raccoon looked ravenous. I heard the cans crash as they were rattled against the garage door. The creature I found lurked at the bottom of the can, his usually large jowls dark and hollow. In the space of five minutes, he had managed to slip by the flickering red glass eye in the “intruder” camera and no shame involved as he obviously had crept up to the top of the cans. I went in the house and fetched some bread and small cheese cubes. Of course that means he’ll be back…
Julie thought her new boyfriend’s words were hollow. She couldn’t get the image of her other lover, and nostalgia overtook her. She let a smile form on her lips, a blush on her cheeks, as she remembered the gift, the present he gave her on their anniversary. He had produced a gold tray with a thick foil wrapped sash that was e
Today, I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Not of contention, but of expression. Of attention to poetic detail. Today, I want you to use some form of the word bone in your poem.
Still stuck? The human body’s got 206 of ’em. Pick one and get writin’. (The wrist bone’s connected to the poem bone…)
New to the Q? Here’s the bones of it: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word bone. Post your poem on your own blog, and link up with us using the Mr. Linky below. Then spend some time making your way around the interwebs, as you read and comment on the amazing work of your fellow poets. The Quadrille is here all week, so be sure to come back and read (and write) some more!
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Frozen to the bone, she said Tried to hear, clear my head Looked around so helplessly Not a stick of wood did I see I only had this book of mine A diary when I was in decline Now it too, will suffer dying.
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