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
A man with a prosthetic leg hooks up a portable generator, the yellow cord stretching a safe distance from his house.
“For the team, cooking safely means standing by your pan … but thanks to the model we also found out that for someone who uses a wheelchair that may also mean covering your legs,” Galbo added, calling it a powerful example of why it was so important to work with models who live with a disability themselves.
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Cooking is a hazard for me and I burned my thighs and legs badly one time losing the grip on boiling macaroni. I rarely try anything like that anymore. It’s good to see an expanding awareness for people with disabilities.
Write a poem using ONE of the portraits above painted by Thorvald Hellesen, as your inspiration. There is no required form for the poem. Be sure to give credit to Hellesen by listing his name, the name of the portrait chosen and date it was painted. You may also include the image if you choose to do so.
Post the poem to your blog AND add the exact URL for your poem to Mr. Linky below.
REMEMBER to either TAG dVerse in your post, or include a LINK at the end of your poem that leads readers back to dVerse.
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slightly slumped, casual presence
dressed for the opera, patient as he could manage
waiting was never his strong suit
smoking always filled a space
finally, sits up, then stands to embrace his paramour.
This week’s Story Starter teaser is: WHEN THE DRIVER SUDDENLY TURNED LEFT INSTEAD OF RIGHT, I REALIZED THAT…those were not tourists coming to board the tour bus! We were not on our way to Joe’s Crab Shack for lunch, we were being kidnapped! The couple pulled out their pistols and told all of us to sit down and shut up. We did. Apparently these three criminals thought we were the rich tourists but they miscalculated. Those people were in the second bus tour.
This week’s challenge is to write a specific form with a twist! Write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line (all the same, or a mixture of syllable counts, is fine).
“This will show those bullies! I bet they’ll swim fast as they can to get away from me!”
Timmy timid they called him and he was so easy to scare that it was hardly fun anymore, but what else did they have to do? Life in a bowl was not exactly exciting. Swim, eat, poop, swim, eat, poop was pretty much the whole curriculum…Timmy was so easy to frighten it was literally child’s play! Joe had to laugh at his own joke, causing a myriad of bubbles up to the surface. He followed them up to see a shark fin, not a very big one, but a shark for Pete’s sake! What’s a shark doing in a goldfish bowl? Joe panicked and swam to his other friends. “Did you see the shark?”
Sound travels in water and Timmy started chuckling when he heard the other guys. Mission accomplished he thought.
Memories of snorkeling with three children on a beach in Hawaii when the oldest found himself outside the riptide. As I swam hurriedly to him I looked down to see the biggest fish ever and I took my son and sped toward shore. I was done with deeper water.
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