By Sherrie Cassel, mother of Rikki Google images, 2024 She said it. She said the words I’d done my best to not hear by isolating myself this weekend. The effect was immediate. She was innocent of all charges. She was the checker at the grocery store: “Thanks, and Happy Mother’s Day!” Ooomp, a knife rightContinue reading “Mother’s Day: Year Eight”
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Coffee Time: In Memoriam
By Sherrie Cassel I have two yellow coffee mugs that Rikki and I used to drink from when we lived together, when he was an adolescent and into his teen years, we’d get up really early in the a.m. and chat and start the morning together. I have those mugs in our hutch of sacredContinue reading “Coffee Time: In Memoriam”
Straps and Strawberries
By Sherrie Cassel He was a war hero. He served in the Korean War, a war for which there was no rhyme nor reason, and for a confused Marine who was already experiencing posttraumatic stress disorder from an abusive childhood, this war seemed better than the one he fought at home – daily. I getContinue reading “Straps and Strawberries”
Grief on the Spectrum
By Sherrie Cassel The song, “Icicle” by Tori Amos begins with the sound of the chaotic beginning of a melting icicle, until the pattern of order begins to emerge through the notes on Tori’s piano. Order is always underneath chaos. I read once that behind every insane person is a sane person watching the chaosContinue reading “Grief on the Spectrum”
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“A Wrinkle in Time” revisited
By Sherrie Cassel So, I’m adjusting to the developing wattle, the gray hair, the once enviable endowment – now heads south – toward ~retirement~. In short, I’m adjusting to the aging process and its effects on my body. Despite the creams and incantations in desperation to create that fountain of youth, we still age andContinue reading ““A Wrinkle in Time” revisited”
Working through it
By Sherrie Cassel The earth is soaking up the rain, appropriate for today. In California, there has been a drought for many years. I’m not too embarrassed to say; I haven’t followed the information concerning the drought. I don’t know if we’re out of the drought yet, but the rain is like God crying withContinue reading “Working through it”
On the Eve of the Angelversary
By Sherrie Cassel Tomorrow will be the eight-year anniversary of Rikki’s death. I feel it coming – like a train that can’t be stopped; it’s coming. I wanted to write today because I’m not sure my heart and brain will be capable of expression tomorrow, other than in “…groans too deep for words.” (Romans 8:26,Continue reading “On the Eve of the Angelversary”
Joined at the Hip
By Sherrie Cassel Fukushima Mutated Daisies January 22, 2016 @ 5:55 p.m. I walked away from my son’s body for the last time. I had been so full of hope for him. I had finally gotten him to the hospital, and I held on to an irrational hope that my very sick and addicted onlyContinue reading “Joined at the Hip”
Children Live What They Learn (Revisited)
By Sherrie Ann Cassel Our children grow up to be the sum of their primary caretakers’ responses to times of imbalance and to times of homeostasis. Children live what they learn. Epigenetics assumes we are not only the sum of our parents’ behavioral and genetic inheritance, but we also must add our ancestors’ genetic andContinue reading “Children Live What They Learn (Revisited)”
Grief to Gratitude 