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
Friday Fictioneers
Julie started jumping up and down. For months, she asked Joe to take her to the fair, squealed when she saw her two favorite rides, the Ferris wheel and the Kamikaze. “Oh gosh, Joe, look! They have the Kamikaze!”
“The Kamikaze is exactly what it says; ride on that you’ll probably crash! The safety inspectors get paid to overlook things in these cheap fairs. It’s too dangerous.”
After the Ferris wheel, Julie insistently pulled at Joe’s arm. Finally they strapped themselves in and after two wild jerky rounds, Julie threw up in Joe’s lap where she was hiding.
“See? Kamikaze!”
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23 January 2026
JuJoJan 22 – Impatience
Impatience, well I could write a book on that concept. As a young mother my patient demeanor lasted until my third child under five came along. Somewhere in the line my childhood dream of leading the life of Cinderella, I didn’t realize no dwarfs or magic brooms were included. I still wanted everything to be perfect and that’s when the ugliness of impatience came to visit like an unwanted guest. Now that I’m old, I realize how much frustration I suffered being impatient – too much! Life slips by quickly. My advice now is just go with the flow. Everyone including yourself will be happier.
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 22nd, 2026
Can You Tell a Story in 52?
Joe was not your ordinary wrestler, he loved ballet. Having a body shaped like an egg, it was difficult to aspire to that profession. Almost a comic sight secretly practicing one pirouette after another, his body shape helped achieve them. No one seemed to deduce possibly ballet interpreted symbol on his uniform.
Can You Tell A Story In…
RXC 1-22-26
I chose number three
It still resonates with me
A funny little childhood routine
I remember as fondness, not to demean
I wrote a story about this time
Meaning it comically but not in rhyme
Published on my post
Then received a response, darker than most
Was from my sister I thought fine
Ended up blocking her after a time
She said in public here
That’s not what happened, not funny, but fear
She remembered somehow, totally untrue
But went on to describe what she thought she knew
I was embarrassed for my followers to think
My childhood stories false, which I had inked
This went on till her perspective
Was caused by some *mental defective
As stories she vented were not true
I ended up blocking her from my blog view.
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*diagnosed shortly after
Reena , I’m not sure if this is what the prompt required
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #414
Use Your Voice
Just a reminder you can put this one number in your phone and reach all your congress members. (202) 224-3121
You will just get a voicemail box but they do track it all. The limit is like 40 seconds so it literally cannot take too long and it does feel a little tiny bit better to have taken a single action.
The DHS budget is national so this is worth doing in whatever state you live in. Besides, they will, unchecked, soon be everywhere. Was “ICE occupies Minneapolis (Minneapolis!!!)” on your bingo card this year? Mine either.
***Don Wood
W3 – Memento
I entered the room, saw him there
Uniform neatly pressed
Smitten
Those big brown eyes, short dark brown hair
Certainly was obsessed
Bitten
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History of the love first sight
Hearts askew with newness
Romance
One look attraction has its might
After that, it’s trueness
Life’s dance
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W3 Prompt #195: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Ronovanwrites American Cinquain
Ego
Mirrors reflect
Right or left brain working
What you are, will be determined
Intel
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 36: EGO is your inspiration.
Esther’s Writing Prompts
I hate to admit it, but the first thought the word shapes popped into my mind was bodies. Ever since I was told my 155 pound body was too big, I tried to fight to get down to my high school weight of 120. I was always the skinny kid and entered high school at 80 pounds. Then I grew up and out and ended up at 120, normal weight for my skeleton. Then pressure to get back down to 125 was a goal after three babies under five, accomplished with a 300 calorie a day strict diet, ketones in urine check at a facility every day, etc. At that time people observed my body saying I was too thin. The fight was never ending. The extreme weight loss accomplished with that diet, walking three to five miles every day after always standing at my job from 6:30 to 3:30, aerobics, yoga, etc. My point here is that body shape is not just what you eat, exercise, etc but inheritance also. I have the duplicate shape of my mother. Maybe AI really is the answer. A perfect body shape no longer required.
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Writing Prompts
Six Sentence Story
Harry, the smallest boy in the group
Wouldn’t eat anything but soup
One night they offered a dish
It looked alive, an edible fish
The fish lay there, head to tail
Looking at it made Harry go pale.
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*I had never seen a whole fish on a platter til a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco. It was huge, about two feet long and looked scary. I still get the chills thinking of it.😀
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
The Bag Lady 
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