By Sherrie Cassel I’m a liar. I am. I lie to myself and so, I lie to others too. Or … do I? Do I really? Ahhh, the curse of the double minded, right and left-brained, ENTJ, bipolar, Geminian mooned, Scorpio rising, Christian, Mystic, theist, non-theist, dualistic, divided, synthesized, religious, spiritual, whew, I’m tired fromContinue reading “Coming Clean”
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Patterns of Imperfection
By Sherrie Cassel Triggers that awaken fears, mourning, rage, despair can be anything, really. Tonight, I was looking through a kaleidoscope, watching the patterns transform into fragments of uniquely and perfectly placed shapes and colors. I could never draw a perfect circle (for me). Even with the protractor, the spot where the pencil marks meetContinue reading “Patterns of Imperfection”
A time to mourn and a time to dance …
By Sherrie Cassel I’ve wanted to know what’s on the bottom of the ocean floor for most of my life, you know, to plumb the depths of the unknown, like Jacques Costeau. Every single day I rise from our bed, wipe the sleep from my eyes, stretch, and greet the day, is another opportunity toContinue reading “A time to mourn and a time to dance …”
Lazarus and Reality
By Sherrie Cassel I’m in MX for a week and some change visiting my younger brother and his senior dog. He won’t let me lift a finger, so it truly is a vacation of being pampered. It’s nice. I don’t interview for the doctoral program until next month, so I’m reading everything I can getContinue reading “Lazarus and Reality”
Whatever Gets You through the Night
By Sherrie Cassel Joshua Tree, California I’m making corrections for the revision of my book. It’s a mess, reflective of where my head and heart were at the first writing – lots of typos, blank pages, alignment issues, over-exposure. I just wanted it out there in the world. Initially and in retrospect, I needed toContinue reading “Whatever Gets You through the Night”
Druthers
By Sherrie Cassel I hear it; it tinkles like ice in your glass, like broken glass. The sound of shattering people is the earworm that makes me wish I were deaf. ******** Ah, but then … who will hold the sound of our dissonant collaboration, and for how long? ******** Some stories don’t need toContinue reading “Druthers”
Song Choice
By Sherrie Cassel There is a bird, brightly colored; it always has a lilt in her chirp, which I interpret from my hedonistic brain as a sense of joy. The lacrimose mountain tanager’s name means sorrowful or tearful, despite her happy tune. The theory of how she got her name, it is suggested, may beContinue reading “Song Choice”
How do you mend a broken heart?
By Sherrie Cassel Sometimes I make bonehead mistakes, not drastically bonehead (anymore, that is), but take for instance last night around 8:30 p.m. I pulled into Starbucks for a brown sugar, oat milk, shaken espresso. I actually knew I’d crash from the sugar then be up all night; it’s 4:30 a.m. I got up atContinue reading “How do you mend a broken heart?”
Book Revision
I wrote the original version of this book nine months after my son died. The book was reflective of the mess I was at the time. Nine years and eight months later I’ve revised and fine tuned both the book and my life. Ta da! It is now live. Please spread the word. https://a.co/d/4TpN3O8
Not yet …
By Sherrie Cassel Age is just a number. Right? Right. I want “When I’m Sixty-Four”sung at my next birthday party.I want it sung loudly by theBeatles from Sgt. Pepper’s,and accompanied by my friends.Yes, I want to celebrate the Crone,the aging, the wisdom that comesfrom the gift of many decades —decades of metamorphoses,transformation, and transcendence.I wantContinue reading “Not yet …”
Grief to Gratitude 