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By Sherrie Ann Kolb-Cassel Dedicated to Rikki Kolb I want to send my heart up to the heavens in a paper lantern, with the flame burning brightly, fantastic and lovely, but isn’t fire beautiful, like your funeral pyre, a ritual for warriors, warriors who fought for their lives against the enemy but lost? I wantContinue reading “Paper Lantern”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel     As I’m navigating this wild phenomenon called grief – I sometimes reach forks in the road for which there can be only one choice as I make my way forward. Sometimes I reach dead ends, and sometimes, mercifully, I reach a space where I don’t have to exert myself,Continue reading “Reentry”

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”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel   One never knows what will be the trigger that takes one out of months of optimal functioning to spend a few hours in angst and longing. Holidays are tough for a lot of people. The first few for me were very tough. I have my grandson every Christmas break, soContinue reading “Bittersweet Triggers”

    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”

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By Sherrie Ann Cassel Photo by J. Galione   The lights are twinkling on our Christmas tree – and I am thinking about him. I am thinking about him as an infant, him as a toddler, about him as an adolescent, a teenager, a man, a father – my son. There is a tolerable wistfulnessContinue reading “Sunrise”