by Shari | Feb 21, 2021 | America, authors, beauty, creating character, creative inspiration, depression, Entertainment, humor., Life in General, therapy, writers, writing
I find myself stuck in a kind of limbo, and I know I’m not alone. I want to write, to be creative, to offer love and support to others in greater need than myself during these tough times, but it seems there is little I can do to escape the sodden feeling of...
by Shari | Dec 20, 2020 | America, art, children, holidays, humor., kids, Life in General, parenting, racism, religion, writers
One thing I do not miss about raising my daughters is the homework. Relearning math in a whole new, convoluted way, dealing with tears and bad internet, early mornings at the Coco’s so they could submit their work, the constant nagging to get it done. Though...
by Shari | May 20, 2020 | America, art, authors, beauty, depression, humor., makeup, Nature: Hiking, Wildlife & More, therapy, writers, writing
Since we’ve been in what I like to call, Consideration-for-others-because-I’m-not-an-asshole Lockdown, few of us have bothered much to get out of pajamas, much less dress up. That’s fine by me! I’m a writer so comfy jeans and a sweater are my go-to grabs in the...
by Shari | Feb 10, 2020 | America, art, beauty, children, Life in General
Snow falls and swirls in puffs or icy shards, it smooths the surface of the world in a way that would seem to dim shapes and steal color. It makes everything look the same, dull and uniform. But look again, each flake has the opalescent quality made of icicles, of...
by Shari | Jan 1, 2019 | America, authors, beauty, Holiday Traditions, holidays, humor., Life in General, religion
Happy New Year! So whoo hoo, it’s a click of the clock, a difference of dates on an arbitrary calendar, a ‘new’ beginning. Such anticipation, so much celebration, so many champagne corks popped, advertising sold, intentions stated, and pressure applied to have...
by Shari | Dec 3, 2018 | America, beauty, cancer, children, depression, family, Life in General, Marriage, parenting
I hadn’t planned to go to Prescott Arizona, but when one of my husband’s few remaining relatives took a fall and relapsed from her brain surgery, I grabbed a carryon, threw in a few sweaters and headed for the airport. I didn’t want to go to the deep red state,...
