by Cheryl on September 3rd, 2010 | Posted in Red Writing Hood
Okay, listen. I don’t know why I have two consecutive posts that somewhat have to do with sex. Really. I never write about this stuff. Well, sometimes I do, but not usually back-to-back. Or front-to-front, as the case may be. Whatever.
Today’s post is for The Red Writing Hood and is based on this prompt that Ericka picked probably just to torment me. Because she’s like that. Anyway, it’s to write a poem or prose piece from the perspective of a broken inanimate object. For some reason, my topic is what I thought of immediately. Read the rest of this entry ¤
by Cheryl on September 2nd, 2010 | Posted in Mama Kat's Writing Workshop
It was early fall and my then-boyfriend and I decided to go to a nearby state park.
The place is called Gay City (I have no idea why, I’m sure there’s some history behind it, and if I wasn’t so lazy and didn’t have to get up to run in less than seven hours, I might actually google it) (okay, fine, I’m too much of a reporter, I had to at least look it up, so here’s the Wikipedia link if you’re interested) and of course the name made us giggle when we were 12. Read the rest of this entry ¤
by Cheryl on September 1st, 2010 | Posted in Wordless Wednesday
So I don’t know how to photoshop anything so I apologize if you now see spots after looking at the sun. I just loved the way the light was filtering through the clouds and how the glider was moving through it. This shot was taken – with my iPhone – above Black’s Beach in La Jolla. Lucky for you, I took it before hiking down to the beach. Which is a nude beach. All we saw on the trip down a gazillion steps were teenagers coming up wearing wetsuits and carrying surfboards. Anyway, at the bottom is black sand. And one older guy who was standing at his towel with his floppy junk hanging out. So just be happy I spared your retinas THAT image. You’re welcome. I’m a real humanitarian.
I’m linking up to Wordless Wednesday at Angry Julie Monday.
by Cheryl on August 31st, 2010 | Posted in Parenting
I ran into the mom of another soon-to-be first-grader today at the park.
We were leaving so we just did the usual “Hi, how are you” stuff.
I said something about how I’d see her in two weeks when school starts, and then, at the same time, I said “Summer’s been so long” while she said “Summer went so fast.”
It’s all in the perspective. And that perspective? Is different when you have a toddler. Read the rest of this entry ¤
by Cheryl on August 30th, 2010 | Posted in Uncategorized
I had just walked in the door from running an errand and heard Sage sobbing in David’s office.
I thought maybe Sawyer had slugged her or she’d fallen off a chair or maybe Big Time Rush was a rerun.
So I ran in there to ask what was wrong. She could barely speak. Read the rest of this entry ¤
