I’m Going Home
By Cheri Roberts, Cheri Speak & Challenging the Rhetoric It has been nearly two-years since I moved away from Oregon. When I left it tore me up for so many … Continue reading
Psst, Hey Mom?
I cannot believe it’s been three-years. Some days, it seems like yesterday, other days it seem even longer than the three-years. I wish you were still here. I miss you. … Continue reading
Pictures of the Past for a Throwback Thursday
I stumbled across a couple of old pictures on [one of] my brother’s and [one of] my cousin’s social media pages. Since it is, “Throwback Thursday”, I may as well … Continue reading
A Really Weird Birthday Party
When I was nearly 17-years-old, I moved from my Dad’s in CA back to my Mom’s place. She had just relocated from Colorado to Arizona and was managing a restaurant … Continue reading
I Love My Kids
Today two of my kids were here to visit. All three of my kiddos live in another state so both of my daughters, one son-in-law, and my lil grand guy … Continue reading
Is Your Car Making You Sick?
Many dealerships take extra time explaining things when you take your car in for repairs, and sometimes we wonder if they are just trying to up-sale us into an additional … Continue reading
Radio Days: Whoa Nelly (Furtado that is)
My oldest daughter is a “Leap Year” baby so, every year that wasn’t a “Leap Year”, we would celebrate her birthday on whichever weekend fell at the end of February. … Continue reading
Untouched
When you are single — especially at my age, touch is the one thing that you have the least of in your life. You can be alone and have love; … Continue reading
Help Me Find My Friend?
Do you agree with the “Six Degrees of Separation” theory? If so, I’d like to try something. Will you help me? It’s easy. I would like to make this post go … Continue reading
One Ugly Summer Night
We were supposed to go play tennis. I don’t even play tennis, but she had insisted and had made a big deal out of “making time” to play tennis with … Continue reading
The Living Dead
There isn’t a day that goes by where I am not somehow reminded of someone who has walked before me. These people may be family members or friends that have … Continue reading
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