Healing through the Holidays

by Sherrie Cassel No matter how hard we try to push the pain away from the loss of our children, it’s always there, and it takes only one word, or one note of a song to make us double over in pain, or let out a groan as the pain radiates around our hearts andContinue reading “Healing through the Holidays”

Politics, Religion, and Peace

by Sherrie Cassel The end of another hostile election year in America, the country of my birth, the country of my parents’ births, and my grandparents, and their grandparents, etc., has culminated in a loss for some and for others a win. Power waxes and wanes and is sought after homicidally and immorally. Just likeContinue reading “Politics, Religion, and Peace”

Taming the Shrew

By Sherrie Cassel Grad school and internship keep me busy, busy, busy. During the pandemic, I was sheltered in place unless I absolutely needed something from the store. Remember how scarce toilet paper was? I’ll refrain from cracking a crude and inappropriate joke here, but it makes a lot of sense, retrospectively. There is aContinue reading “Taming the Shrew”

The Thaw

By Sherrie Casssel I’m taking a class this semester in seminary that is so difficult, I spent all weekend trying to understand the material so I could complete an assignment. I bucked and I cried. I cursed and sometimes I abandoned hope. I think it was Einstein who said that if you can’t explain somethingContinue reading “The Thaw”

Reality on the spectrum

by Sherrie Cassel Sometimes the day starts with one giant heaping of WTF?. As some readers are aware, I’ve been on a news fast for nearly one year. I mean, I’m not a “vegan” news consumer, but neither am I an aficionado. The news, while important, especially during an American election year, when the stakesContinue reading “Reality on the spectrum”

Balancing on the Fulcrum (revisited)

By Sherrie Cassel Edited for corrections @ 9:42 P.M., PST, 9/4/2024 What is it about death that transforms reality into idealization of a person who has passed; it’s almost like sending them off to heaven with a delusion of their angelhood. That is how it happens. As Rikki’s momma, I have collected every wound IContinue reading “Balancing on the Fulcrum (revisited)”

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