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
Whenever we get together Laughter comes along No need for jokes or even a song We love and know each other well Results bringing old waters to the well All in fun and never to hurt Meanings sometime revert And take us back to a time or two Then laughter brings the memories through.
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Time flies, spins too fast If life’s easy, the spin doesn’t last Children are the future and we see them grow But every day you think, please let it slow Around and around pointed hands spin Keeping time as the pendulum swings Too fast.
Norma Rae is a 1979 American drama film directed by Martin Ritt from a screenplay written by Irving Ravetch and Harriet Frank Jr. The film is based on the true story of Crystal Lee Sutton – which was told in the 1975 book Crystal Lee, a Woman of Inheritance by reporter Henry P.
Reading his favorite book, a candle by the side, summer rain outside, it was a perfect day for the eighty year old man. The book was tattered but still perfectly fine to read on this cloudy day. He loved the soft drops landing on his window and the candle gave just enough light to read the well known passages. All of his lonely days captured on this day, August 12. Each year without her he would read her loved book, remembering how she would read it to him at night, in bed. As the afternoon grew darker, he stoked the fire and moved to the soft quilted bed, settled in by lamplight, to finish the tome.
All the wishful spoken promises and thoughts were untrue, no longer could Ruth pretend her secret meeting was hidden. Now her foolishness had her caught, trapped and a nice set of bruises to show for it.
Ruth was blind to the sinister creep’s dark side. It was simply a meeting in a sunny glade, surrounded by a copse of maple trees, so beautiful in autumn. It all seemed above board as she approached the clearing. A blanket laid on the grass, even a picnic basket…how romantic, Ruth thought. And he was there, beautiful in a light blue shirt that matched his eyes, sitting welcomely. She sat down and they continued a conversation they started online. Ruth was at ease and the wine delicious. As she began to feel drowsy, she started to feel anxious. Wine had never affected her like this before. She started to speak and passed out.
When Ruth woke up, she was alone. Her clothes were sitting, folded neatly beside her. She suddenly realized she was naked! She saw bruises on her thighs and arms. Ruth realized she had been attacked. She gathered up her belongings and walked back to her car, and headed straight to the police station. She had to report it, even though no one would probably believe her—she did meet him of her own free will, only knowing his online persona. Never again, she thought, as she sat at the detective’s desk.
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