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

The Jar

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
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She glanced at it again, her heart full of sadness. Even though it was all right here, contained and saved forever, she couldn’t feel it. The tangible touch she wanted, needed, could no longer be. The jar was the utopian life she would never have.

It had started out as a joke, as her brother and parents always fell laughing at her expense. James, a close in age brother, always seemed to find a particular way of embarrassing her. Because of this, Mary spent a lot of time in her room, by herself, contemplating revenge.

She was reading the latest mystery novel when the idea came to her. Why not, she thought, after a certainly rough day with her family. The book described a witching spell that made objects small in size. Thinking at first it would be a funny joke on her brother, she made the potion. Putting it in his afternoon strong mint tea was the easy part. Seeing what actually happened to him as a result, sent her running back to the book for the anecdote. This spell was definitely not a joke. Luckily no one was home but her with her now child sized brother. He didn’t realize the problem until he decided to get off the recliner and couldn’t. Mary quickly gave him another tea and urged him to sit back and relax, it was just a dream. Mary succeeded with her plan, now complete and she was satisfied, even though she was the only one who knew.

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Weekly Writing Prompt

Addicted to Purple

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The family came to show respects to their oldest relative who passed away quietly in her sleep. No one was with her so they thought maybe this solemn visit might reach her somehow. Little Janie was the first to notice two white figures in the front of the cemetery. No sooner had she said too loudly, “look, mommy!” than the figures literally disappeared. They were there, then nothing. Janie’s mom hurried the family off the gravesite and into their car. It was a strange ride home, with Janie full of questions.

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15 August 2025

Can You Tell a Story in 46?

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Joe checked out his thumb that was bruised, “hmmm, still smells of garlic, even after that trip down the waterfall!” He was practically dumbfounded, realizing he could kayak down that waterway. “I guess those new senior vitamins actually work!” His wife just smiled. They certainly did!

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Book Review – Ancient Voices: Poems About Egypt by Dawn Pisturino

3TC

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It was a dismal rainy day and Cheri thought about her destiny. She had been designing through the night and the cloudy day was not a good omen. Samples of a few dresses and accessories were shown to a store owner, but that woman seemed to despise Cheri. She thought about trying to find the woman’s competitor, and offering her designs. Both store managers turned Cheri down. “I guess designing clothes is not my destiny after all.”

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Three Things Challenge #MM150