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
For the 2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, poets are tasked with writing a poem a day in the month of November before assembling a chapbook manuscript in the month of December. Day 2 asks poets to get a little sweet.
This week’s Story Starter teaser is: ALLISON STARTED LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY WHEN SHE FOUND OUT THAT…Joe had fallen for the old “It’s chocolate” when it was actually a disguised laxative. Allison’s revenge was sweet but even though Joe was at school, he was “mysteriously” missing his classes most of the day.
The placement of the reflection pool was an odd choice. Hardly anyone visiting loved ones’ gravesites went near it. It was rumored that one day a small girl suddenly died there. She was found face down just at the water’s edge, seemingly able to free herself, but didn’t. The people who had previously bought grave sites near it wanted to have it drained and a garden planted instead. The mysterious owner of the cemetery declined.
My face turns crimson as I look forebodingly down the prison hallway. My idea for the bank robbery did not end up the achievement I desired. The night guard on duty was supposed to be taking his usual midnight nap, but of course his plans changed. Now I’m going to be stuck in a square box for the next 12 years.
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