Vanity, thy name is Sherri.
Shakespeare never wrote that, but then he didn’t write that vanity’s name is “woman” either. He wrote, in “Hamlet,” “Frailty, thy name is woman,” a response …
Healing at Holden Beach
I always feel the beach has restorative powers.
The waves are constant and rhythmic. The sand washes from under your feet only to be pushed back to cover where you stood. …
Born on the Fourth of July
My maternal grandfather, Guy Ward, was a Fourth of July baby, which you would think would be an excuse for great annual celebrations in the Ward family.
I honestly don’t remember …
In the kingdom of therapy
Two weeks in rehab at NHC Farragut for my fractured leg has taught me many, many things.
Therapy is a double-edged sword, and there is a reason why one of the …
Tripping me up
My less creative friends and particularly family (read: husband) are always bugging me about cutting the drama, just getting to the point and giving the punch line, for goodness sake!
I’m a …
When NOT in Rome
Rome doesn’t want me in the Eternal City.
I am wrapping my head around this, and it may sound farfetched, but I’ve come to the only logical conclusion.
Logic works a little …
We interrupt the gloom for some good news
Out of my 65 turns around the sun, I have now been associated – in some form or fashion – with the newspaper business for 43 of those years.
Wow. That’s …
Singing the 65th ‘Birthday Blues’
Wish I could tell you how well I coped with turning 65 last Saturday. Problem is, I don’t like to lie.
And I really, really tried. I channeled my mother, remembering …