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”
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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 …”
Hungover
By Sherrie Cassel I feel like I’ve been in a car accident and the next day being black and blue, but … still alive on a brand new day – granted, without my son, but a brand new day regardless of the part of me that is irrational wishing for my son to be resurrected,Continue reading “Hungover”
Happy Birthday, My angel
By Mom Happy heavenly birthday, Rikki. Happy earthly birthday, my precious sixteen year old grandson, Louie. Yes, son and father have the same birthday. It’s a day that is bittersweet. I will feel the labor pangs at 3:15 p.m. just as I did the afternoon he was born. I’ll relive his entire life, from birthContinue reading “Happy Birthday, My angel”
Dancing to the Dirge
By Sherrie Cassel I don’t do viewings at funerals. I prefer to remember my loved ones as they were on our last happiest day together. Besides, the three times I’ve viewed a loved one during an open coffin celebration of life, the person looked nothing like herself. No, it’s difficult enough to lose a personContinue reading “Dancing to the Dirge”
Grief to Gratitude 