Author: rugby843

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

Fandango’s Flashback Friday – April 2, 2017

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized

Photo Fiction – April 2, 2017

The tower bell chimes 
Reminds us of times
When ships came ashore
In days of yore
To bring new spices
Or new devices
Alas those days
Are in a haze
The sea is silky
The horizon milky  
The once green cliffs
Have become a mist
Of brambles and blackened bushes
No more are there baskets of fishes
No more the clean white stone
Where fishing nets were thrown
And bags of treasures shown
Even all the gulls have flown.


https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/04/02/sunday-photo-fiction-april-2nd-2017/

http://mymindmappings.com/

Friday Fictioneers

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized

Susan looked up to the metal basket with fear, an old fear that now replayed in her brain, of old trips to the woodshed to fill the metal can with small pieces of wood. It was a scary errand. Grandmother knew how frightening it was for Susan, but still insistent on her doing the chore. In the woodshed hung huge hairy spiders, sitting on their ancient webs, hoping for a fly or bee for their next meal. Susan had an inordinate fear of spiders in general, even tiny ones inside the house. Seeing the container, she couldn’t help but shudder.

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3 April 2026

The Writer’s Workshop

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This, another horrid week in the news, I chose a story of our medium sized dachshund, Peanut. So named by my husband who brought her home and she did look like a peanut, small and he purchased her from a pet shop that had a bunch of white poodle babies and a small peanut looking pet. He thought she would make good company for me as I was in my first pregnancy, sick on the couch for the first three months. She became a smart, friendly, able to learn tricks quickly, and a neighborhood favorite. A story I’ve told before was many years later when we were traveling from Houston to Vermont. We had a 1966 mustang I still miss, and three kids in car seats in the back along with Peanut. One time we stopped for a snack, left Peanut in the car and she got into the fishing tackle box, I don’t know how, but we came back to find her tangled in line and lures. It was a miracle that she did not get hurt or stabbed or cut in her curiosity.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: March 31, 2026