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?”
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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”
Rationalizing until the Cows Come Home
By Sherrie Cassel Dedicated to the Esperon Family The world would be silent, but “American Pie” is playing on my phone and I’m grateful for the noise. I’m listening as Don McLean sings about the spirit of my generation. I think about how Lennon read a book on Marx and how when someone is inContinue reading “Rationalizing until the Cows Come Home”
Busking Joy
By Sherrie Cassel There’s too much racket – here. The swamp cooler whirs. The cats meow their grand entrance on the scene, and the goddamned crows caw, interrupting my reverie. It’s just too damn loud this morning, In my head. Sometimes I need the noise; it drowns out the screams of a grieving mother, notContinue reading “Busking Joy”
Naked
By Sherrie Cassel I like days when the mask is not required.No Joker’s smile.No laugh, clown, laugh –despite the depth of the painI carry daily. I feel it through the liquor and throughthe laughter, and when I’m not requiredto be on display, the wounded warrior,the purple hearted mother…is survivingthe war, barely. My smile is notContinue reading “Naked”
Art with Street Cred
Please check out this artist’s stellar work. I’m tres moved by the eye of THIS beholder. https://www.bobstevens.com/ABOUT/1
Grief to Gratitude 