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By Sherrie Ann Cassel I used to fancy myself a poet. I found out, however, that it is not my gift. There was a gentleman, and I use that moniker loosely, I knew virtually some time ago who told me my prose was better than my poetry. He was a schmuck to be sure, butContinue reading “Going Viral”

These are difficult times, not just for my country, America, but the entire world. Stay-at-home orders, shortages of hospital beds, ventilators, face masks, not to forget our doctors and other healthcare workers putting their lives on the line even as they are unimaginably exhausted. If there was ever a time to come together as aContinue reading “Samaritans in the time of COVID-19”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel I never really know how I’m going to feel on any given day; triggers can still slay me.  I work hard to stay in the present moment and navigate my process consciously. I mean, I’m a sentient being. Sentient means we are self-aware and able to feel things. When I’m inContinue reading “Don’t be afraid of the dark”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel I’ve been staring at his handwriting for an hour now. He had a book of lists, you know, to do lists. I found some of his journals in storage, and I pore through them every so often. I take my finger and trace the shape of his letters, caress the loops,Continue reading “Doodling”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel So, what do you do when you’re really happy? Things are going well. The sun is shining. Spring is almost here, and you made it through another angelversary, and even though you’ve lost someone you really love, your days are looking brighter, and your nights are calm. Sometimes we feel guiltyContinue reading “Spiraling Upward”

by Sherrie Ann Cassel After losing someone with whom you were very close, grief becomes your constant companion. You eat, breathe, and sleep with it. You’re always just a hair’s breadth away from the guttural feeling that can be awakened by a song, a scent, almost anything, and you never know when the grief willContinue reading “Random Thoughts on Grief”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel Punxsutawney Phil is my hero, and I’ll tell you why.  He mercifully did not see his shadow self on this palindromic Ground Hog Day, and so, we can look forward to an early spring. I trust the animal kingdom, as long as I am not prey. I’m thawing out, as itContinue reading “Grief as a Color”

By Sherrie Kolb-Cassel Grief is grief.  How many times have I heard this? How many times have I said those very words? Many. But as I carve out my own trajectory toward healing, I find that each of us expresses our grief in different ways and for many different reasons. For example, one may loseContinue reading “Healing: In no particular order”

By Sherrie Ann Kolb-Cassel I feel the chill of his giant gray t-shirt on my face as I inhale his scent, his cologne, his deodorant, the scent of his wine-flavored cigarillos — or maybe it is just my imagination. We are unpacking our garage, even though we’ve lived in our new house for over oneContinue reading “Unpacking”