Tidings of Cannabis and Joy

By Sherrie Ann Cassel   When I was a little girl, I had frequent ear infections. My parent’s socioeconomic status didn’t afford them the luxury of an education. But they had folk wisdom that comforted me or kept me in line when I was a kid. I still infuse my writing with the imagery ofContinue reading “Tidings of Cannabis and Joy”

Working toward Tiny Meltdowns

    By Sherrie Ann Cassel   Any day in life is filled with all sorts of experiences, for example, tense exchanges with shitty bosses, good camaraderie with great colleagues, laughter, tears, ad infinitum. When you’ve lost a loved one, someone with whom you shared a time in a relationship of some significance and intensity,Continue reading “Working toward Tiny Meltdowns”

Dumpster Diving for Memories

By Sherrie Ann Cassel For our tightly wound string of tangled lights Here we go again. This is the fourth Christmas without my son. Our grandson will grace us with his company this year in our wintry desert home. We’re expecting snow (in southern California) over the next couple of days. The snow doesn’t lastContinue reading “Dumpster Diving for Memories”

Rubies in the Rubble

By Sherrie Ann Cassel I’m an over-preparer. I pack for every contingency. I’m practical that way. So, when my son died, I approached grief the way I approach everything – very pragmatically. I wanted so much to outrun grief and get to the finish line where life was magnificent again, as quickly as humanly possible.Continue reading “Rubies in the Rubble”

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