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By Sherrie Ann Cassel 3:45 a.m. seems like a good time to write. For the most part, those who are in PST zones are sound asleep. I used to romanticize about those wonderful folks who work at 7-11 during those hours some of us occasionally find ourselves awake. Do they have great stories? They areContinue reading “Intellectualizing Pain”

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest needWhen the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seedThere’s a dying voice within me reaching out somewhereToiling in the danger and the morals of despair. Every Grain of Sand, Bob Dylan Oh, that Bob Dylan, to nail so perfectly howContinue reading “When Light Enters Despair”

By Sherrie Cassel You can run and run and run, but you will never outrun grief; it’s like a second layer of skin that never sloughs off. I know because after four and a half years since my son died, I still feel the deep sorrow and it howls begging for my attention as IContinue reading “Making Peace with Tragedy”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel The day has ended, and the night is cradling me like a new mother with her first born. I think about my own first born, my only child, and how I cradled him as I rocked back and forth in my rocking chair, singing softly, “Goodnight my Someone”, from the MusicContinue reading “Mother’s Day and Macadamia Nuts”

On June 25th in 2009 we lost the actress Farrah Fawcett to cancer. The world scarcely had time to begin dealing with her death when Michael Jackson died later on the same day. Farrah’s death was overshadowed by the controversial music king’s death. Death makes you focus on what’s truly important in life. Sometimes —Continue reading “Learning Curve”

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”