I Don’t Wanna Be
I Don’t Wanna Be by Cheri Roberts <v-1> I don’t wanna be the bad side of your town. I don’t wanna be the mood that brings you down. We were right … Continue reading
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
Bidding Adieu to Summer
Unlike most kids I was never one that relished the summer months. As a kid the summer meant flying to another state to visit my dad — which I liked, … Continue reading
Michael C. Ruppert Said “YOU Don’t Read”
The piece that most of you are waiting for is already being written. This article will include the details and a time-line of Mike’s last day along with more pieces … Continue reading
Michael C. Ruppert’s Death and “Rags” the Dog
As I mentioned, there were a total of four “notes” and a poem strategically left behind by Michael C. Rupport. One of those notes, involves Mike’s best pal, his dog “Rags”. At … Continue reading
Join Me on Wise Woman Media to Discuss Michael C. Ruppert’s Life and Legacy LIVE Tonight
Let’s Talk Tonight! For those following along wanting more information or simply heartfelt commiseration, I will be joining Carolyn Baker on Wise Woman Media with Anita Stewart at 7PM PST. This … 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
Monday Morning Memes
Admittedly, it isn’t “morning”, but it is still Monday and I am getting back on track. At least, I am attempting to this week. I have a lot going on … Continue reading
New Images of Old Feelings
Sometimes you have to go to the very places that break your heart in order to heal it…it doesn’t always work, but spending time in a place that once meant … Continue reading
Prisoner of Promise
My eyes, a prisoner of my promise to you Cannot convey the wonder and mystery the intensity of which I am certain you too are feeling. My hands, a prisoner … Continue reading
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