Grief and estrangement

By Sherrie Cassel Dedicated to my biological family: I’m sorry you’re hurting. I found out yesterday, on Facebook, that my sister died; this is how my family of origin handles things. We’re not functional together; estrangement has been good for me. I did not know for decades that I could break free from toxicity andContinue reading “Grief and estrangement”

Politics and Poppycock

by Sherrie Cassel Is it just me, or is the world on fire, volatile, uncertain, complex, and ambiguous, a VUCA world, a term used in business models? I know popular opinion is that this administration is responsible for the chaos in my own country, the USA, and while the current president’s antics are sometimes entertaining,Continue reading “Politics and Poppycock”

No hard feelings

by Sherrie Cassel Anger is poisonous; it wrecks relationships irreparably, and if not irreparably, then shaky forever after. I know. My son and I. His wife and I. My sister and brothers and I, and a string of former lovers who might have turned into relationships had my anger toward men not been so prevalentContinue reading “No hard feelings”

Fearless Moral Inventory

by Sherrie Cassel I know my son was in a tremendous amount of pain when he died, emotional, physical, and spiritual. His marriage had ended, and he was wounded to the marrow of his soul. His problematic childhood didn’t help either. He chose alcohol, LSD, meth, marijuana, and finally heroin to stop the pain, butContinue reading “Fearless Moral Inventory”

Desert Perspective

By Sherrie Cassel Funny what we remember. Sometimes we remember things to the minutest detail and other times we miss the elephant in the room, no matter how many times we ram into its tusks. I’m listening to the Eagles, “Take it Easy”, and about the band’s time in Winslow, AZ. I’m not aware ofContinue reading “Desert Perspective”

Grief and Graduation Blues

By Sherrie Cassel Grief is funny; it ebbs and flows in and out of our awareness. Today I’m starkly aware I’m a woman, a parent, who has lost a child, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Some days I feel the separation – just like the moment he was yanked from my body.Continue reading “Grief and Graduation Blues”

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