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
I am not a horror fan but really liked the Netflix offering: “Mr. Harrigan’s Phone”, based on a short story by Stephen King. A teaser below, don’t read any further or watch trailer before watching. 😳. But of course I give you the trailer😁🙄
“When Mr. Harrigan dies, Craig, the teen who befriended and did odd jobs for him, puts his smart phone in his pocket before burial.”
Never a grave I’m not that brave No enclosed space I’d ever crave Give me the freedom please No cramped up box with bent knees I hope to have an end with ease I’ll choose the last with fiery flames Might see the devil and his games Heard he’s kicking ass and taking names.
Opposites, me and you now I find it sadly true words spoken, expressed views never mind emails, texts or news everyday happenings you choose you find happiness, I find blues why I wonder…are these clues? when we first met you were my muse.
A Monoku is a type of poem which is made up of a single horizontal line. Traditionally considered as a haiku writing, it is currently accepted as a variant of the haiku form of poetry. Monoku emerged as an independent style of poetry in the 1970s.
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The art of compromise is a wavering tightrope always moving.
From NPR: “The Pentagon will pay for service members to travel to get abortion care. Since the fall of Roe v. Wade, all or most abortions have become illegal in 13 states, and several of the military’s largest U.S. bases are located in states where abortion is now banned.”
Don’t get me wrong. I think anyone should be able to have the right to choose what they want to do with their body, including abortion. It saves lives, and if you want to see why I think this way, visit social services or see how many unwanted children there are housed in facilities. Unwanted babies grow into children that need homes.
My point is exactly how is the pentagon able to help when even our joke of a Supreme Court won’t? And it’s travel, not the procedure they will pay for. Think about this when you vote!
But, but. . .but, I’m the smallest one here, and if there really is a monster in there, I will be easy prey! Why not send Biggie Roberts? He’s a bully anyway, who cares if the monster gets him? Sam starts to cry.
That’s why they call you Snivelly Sam. You’re always blubbering about something. You lost the count. Now go in!
Sam hesitates and then pulls himself up to his tallest three foot five and wipes his eyes and noseon his sleeve. Okay, he thought, I’ll show them! He put one hand in his pocket to hold onto the lucky penny his grandad gave him and squeezed it as he opened the creaky door and stepped inside. The door shut behind him.
It’s been fifteen minutes, did you guys hear anything? I didn’t either. Think we should go in after him?
After another five minutes, Sam came outside with a big smile on his face, and the boys outside were shocked.
What happened? What was inside, was it scary?Why are you smiling?
Sam just kept on walking home. The rest of the boys just looked at each other in amazement, following along behind with their questions. Sam walked into his house and left them outside. His mom said, hello honey, did you have fun today? Sam smiled and told her about the friendly old grandma in the haunted house who fed him cider and donuts as a Halloween treat.
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