Author: Cheryl
Quiet Little Rebellions
Peaceful Moment
What’s For Dinner?
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| @ |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| I have decided to adopt the air and water diet. Everything else, it seems, is bad for me. Through channels of every caliber, I have been notified I am going to ruin my good health through eating. It’s no joke. It appears as if everything we humans…
Cracks in the Peach Wood
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ # ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the cusp between winter and spring, I am sitting here wondering what makes something beautiful. When it snows here in the mountains, leaving a layer of white brightness over everything outside, even the ugly oak leaf hydrangeas, with their spindly arms and crumpled brown leaves, take…
Dubious Blogging Career
************************* & ************************* Today I’m going to play the role of critic. I play this every day, alone in my little studio at the Hobbit House, slashing whatever I’ve recently written to shreds in the name of doing better. At one point, I decided to have a little conference with…
Drama, Trauma and the Dalai Lama
More Dog
Never Mind A.I.
“““““““““““““““““““““““““&“““““““““““““““““““““““““ Sometimes I just sit in front of my computer and wonder what I should write about. I signed up for a memoir writing class at OLLI (aka College for Seniors) in the hopes that I might write my life story some day. Currently, I tend to root around in…