Sweet Jesus

By Sherrie Cassel Every Christmas for a few years now, I’d repost a missive I wrote for Christmas that actually received over 1K hits. I had been pulling away from the hold that vestiges of fundamentalism still had on me. I just remember in a home full of angst and violence, the holidays were stillContinue reading “Sweet Jesus”

With no particular place to go

By Sherrie Cassel 3 a.m. musings – and I’m wide awake, ruminating on craziness, on the rollercoaster of a 63-year-old life. I’m pushing Medicare age, and, yes, I’m hoping that in the two years I have until I’m “there”, there will still be Medicare. We’ll see. Health insurance, Covered California, while not ideal, is alsoContinue reading “With no particular place to go”

Merry Misnomers

By Sherrie Cassel Thanksgiving has come and gone, and Christmas is on the horizon, speeding toward us, targeting our need to keep up with Jones’s conspicuous consumption. Christmas, in America, is an insane time anyhow, but now with the social pathology taking place in my country and other parts of the world, Christmas is aContinue reading “Merry Misnomers”

True Story in Prose: No rhyme, no reason

By Sherrie Cassel I never needed noise to drownout my pain, or to quiet the voicesin my head. You did. I need silence to drown outall the sounds of distraction. Raised inrigid fire and brimstone, yes. You knew.Our infinitely many pet peeves,had us in stitcheson a really good day. We laughed. Battling imbalanced hormones,We managedContinue reading “True Story in Prose: No rhyme, no reason”

We each go grieving on and on, hurrah, hurrah!

By Sherrie Cassel Hokusai Katsushika (1760–1849) Cacti close shop for the winter. Cottontails hibernate. Coyotes come into neighborhoods because their prey has gone underground. Californians hustle and bustle all year round. Southern California has two seasons: perfect and a little less than perfect. I didn’t grow up with fiery hillsides of changing leaves or monthsContinue reading “We each go grieving on and on, hurrah, hurrah!”

When Tribes Gather

By Sherrie Cassel Prior to a 2024 survey conducted by the Pew Foundation1, there was a decline in those who identify as Christian and/or religious; the trend appears to be stabilizing, very little growth, but no further decline either. The Pew research anticipates a decline in the coming years as those who identify as ChristianContinue reading “When Tribes Gather”

Is it necessary to forgive — even posthumously?

By Sherrie Cassel Mom would be eighty-four today. I miss her so very much. We drove each other crazy — often; this is common in dysfunctional families, but…we loved each other fiercely; it’s called trauma bonding. Mom always liked to be the first person to call each of her children on his or her respectiveContinue reading “Is it necessary to forgive — even posthumously?”

Emily Dickinson

by Sherrie Cassel The psychedelic lights undulate on my office ceiling. Springsteen is lightly playing his harmonica, and I am grateful…a sixty-three-year-old hippie wannabe. I wasn’t old enough to be truly aware of the bombs bursting in midair. What does it mean to “lose someone in the war” when you’re only five years old? I’veContinue reading “Emily Dickinson”

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