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
Cool mornings, pleasant evening chills, all enjoyed by a warm bonfire. Maple trees are the stars of autumn’s beginning, a short vision, and then we watch children dance in leaf piles.
Among my people and of course you know, I have the best people, I met John Furtado in the third grade. Our fathers were both rich so we played around a lot and I admit at this juncture in my campaign…because you know I’m so far ahead in the polls I can afford to be honest…now don’t laugh, you know I’m always honest…John and I made paper kites and uh well, we uh, used them to fly up girls’ skirts…hahaha…nowadays that would be called sexual harassment.., hahahaha.
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late… Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers. PROMPT WORD: WRECK ***
The woman staggered out of her car after the wreck she caused while fixing her hair yelling, “I look a wreck!” in the rear view mirror and ran her car up on the curb. The police came, put her in handcuffs and said, “well you’ve wrecked your car, it’s not going to drive now.” Another policeman came up and said, you’ve also wrecked the stop sign! That will be a charge of (w)reckless driving at least, maybe even jail time.” Suddenly her husband came to the scene and reprimanded his wife, “another wreck, you’ll lose your license now.” The woman started crying, mumbling, “this accident will be the last straw and wreck my marriage”.
Am sure every one of us has at some point familiarized themselves with colour associations and comparison, in our daily lives as well as our literary ventures. One of the most famous ones is ‘feeling blue’.
This week, for Sunday confessionals, I would like you to do your own exploration on what ‘feeling blue’ reads and looks like. Explore it from a known perspective created by yourself, explore its unconventional meaning, assign it a new one or pick another colour entirely and create about ‘feeling red’ or ‘feeling purple’ or any colour.
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“Deliberation” by Mario Sanchez Nevada
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Colors surround us every day, some darken or lighten our mood. This woman is in extreme blue because she is in pain, both mental and physical. Her body in red and yellow patches tries to stay calm, but her head is pounding, and she’s sobbing. Green blues are an attempt at soothing, surrounding her in peaceful hues. She tries to shield herself from the strong black spikes but smaller ones invade her head.
Two hearts a quiver, tentative limbs reaching out, as wolves gather and their howls agree. Long yellow flower strands are scattered around the two while three still in human form set down bags of fruit for the celebration. An old woman twirls around the bonfire as streaks of wolf fur start to engulf her body. The young ones’ transformation begins.
Joe pulled in to the parking lot, looked around and shook his head. It would take him hours to find this one customer’s apartment! He drove home and his wife greeted him with “you’re home early, hard day at work, honey?” Joe sighed and said “just the usual…” When Joe walked into the office the next day he was yelled at by his boss, “You never showed up at the customer’s home! Where were you?” Joe just put down his coffee, and said, “I’m allowed to make my own mental and emotional health a priority. I quit!” Joe gathered his belongings and left.
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