We here at A Pleasant House, have many visitors.



Some are actual 3-D flesh and blood humans that come for a visit.


Most have an idea about what they want to see and do.


Some need a little inspiration.


Others could make some BIG mistakes if it weren’t for our my guidance.



Case In Point:



 “I want to see Storyville!”


“Storyville? Are you sure?”


“Yea. I hear it’s charming and so much fun!”


“Maybe if you were a sailor in 1900.”


“Oh Cheryl. You’re so funny. I love to sail.”



“A SAILOR. In 1900. Not S-a-i-l-i-n-g.”


“The kid’s will love it.”


“The kid’s? Maybe the husband, but the kid’s probably shouldn’t know about Storyville.”


“But I’ve heard about the great rides?”


“I’m not sure how to respond to that.”


“Let’s go. Kids…..”


“I better drive.”



Storyville– (1897-1917) New Orleans’ historic Red Light district encompassing a 38 block area and many great rides (if ‘ya know what I mean). The price of admission was every STD you can imagine. In 1897, the City of New Orleans, spearheaded by City Councilman Sidney Story, found a ‘loophole’ around the legalization of prostitution by not so much ‘legalizing’ it, but by stating that in this specific area it just wasn’t illegal. When it was discovered that 80% of the fleet stationed here during WWI was frothing from every orafice, the area and it’s business’, were deemed a national security threat, and closed down.


Probably not suitable for children.



On the other hand…


Storyland– ( 1950-present day) New Orleans historic Children’s Park built by master Mardi Gras float builders featuring dozens of Mother Goose display’s and over 21 mechanical rides.



Probably what she meant.



  • Angel The Alien - Hmm, yeah, I can see how the names Storyville and Storyland can be confused! I wonder if that happens to a lot of people? For instance maybe they’re lost, and they stop and ask, “Can you give us directions to Storyville?” and people look at them like they’re crazy.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - People still think Storyville exists. It doesn’t. It’s not Las Vegas- close, but no cigar.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Whoa, now THAT’s confusion worthy of a blog post! I knew about ‘ville but not ‘land.
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    • Cheryl - Confusion to the tenth power and it happens all of the time.ReplyCancel

  • Lana - So funny! Storyland looks like fun. Storyville?…well, depends on the circumstances I guess :)
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    • Cheryl - But Storyland has a toy boat for any sailor that gets confused. HheheheeeeeeReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Good to know! I hope to one day visit New Orleans. And Storyville (w/o grandkids), Storyland (w/grandkids) and YOU… with time for a drink or two or three (w/o kids… w/hubby). Cheers and thanks for the travel tip!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That would be fabu Lisa! If you’re ever down my way you better give me a call. There are so many things to do/see!ReplyCancel

  • Eve Gaal - Hilarious. I tweeted it. This sounds like great information for a novel set in Nawlins. I’ve been there several times and the highlights for me include the Garden District, Cable Cars, St. Louis Cathedral, The Court of Two Sisters and Cafe du Monde. AND JAZZ! (Pete Fountain, etc.) So old school and predictable. Of course, I also like to walk across the street to the Mississippi and last time I discovered the casino which upset my husband so much I thought he’d have a fit and throw me down the river.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - All of your choices are must-do’s’- including Harrah’s. (ps: I live in the Garden District).ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - ahahahahhah!!! I see how one could get confused!! “The rides”!!
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    • Cheryl - Well, since Storyville doesn’t exist anymore I don’t see how anyone could GET confused and yet people still ask where Storyville is!????ReplyCancel

  • Cary - Oh my gah. I hope they keep those rides sanitized. No telling what diseases are lying dormant in that soil.
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    • Cheryl - Hahahaa. Thankfully the amusement park is not on the former Madame’s hallowed ground. Treme has that pleasure.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - I was waiting on that one because of a blog post I did a couple of months ago about things that used to be legal. This is where I found out that it was called Storyville. I visited there last July New Orleans not Storyville much to my hubby’s disappointment. Can’t say it’s a place I would like to visit again, not on my much loved places although parts of it were beautiful.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Next time you visit give me a jingle- I’ll show you all the beauty.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Ah, ha,ha,ha,ha! ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - I can see how it might be problematic to confuse the two.ReplyCancel

  • Katy Bug - It seems unwise to name an amusement park something so similar to Storyville. Don’t these people know their prostitution related history? Sigh.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It really does seem stupid. Then again- it’s New Orleans where not much makes sense. Hahaaa Thanks for stopping by Katy.ReplyCancel


“Which way to turn?”


 “Towards the Light”, so said the Monarch, the Prophet, the Seer, the Revelator, James ‘Jesse’ Strang to his poverty-stricken, misplaced, flock of polygamous misfits as they followed their King along the Big Lake through the woods.


The year was 1850, and the snow was flying (So was the shit) all the way to Charlevoix, Michigan.


Jesse had been excommunicated from his Latter Day Saints.


Nobody liked him.


He was a Holy pain in the ass.


His teachings were too dictatorial.


He, somehow, kept uncovering secret Godly tablets, that were consistently found to be plagiarized.


He couldn’t organize a hunting expedition, and when they did find animals- he insisted they be sacrificed in rituals praying for food. Is that dumb, or what?


His original belief in the virtue of monogamy was suddenly changed in 1849 (and again in 1852, and once again in 1855) at the foot of a nineteen year old fair maiden (for a grand total of four wives with 14 children between them). Not surprisingly, his first wife, who had admired her husband for his stance against polygamy, found his about-face objectionable and separated from him in 1850. He lived with the additional three until his murder in 1856.



‘Murder!’ you say?

Yes. Murder.


Over his bossing the non-believers in the area. Specifically, over jury selection.

Jury. S-E-L-E-C-T-I-O-N.


Oh, those Gentiles. What a bother.



So, the Lord got involved and said,’Go forth Jesse and exert Holy control.’


‘Flog the adulterer and starve the thief.’

‘Pillage their homes and take their crops.’

You know- stuff like that.


Bang. Bang…………..Bang. Right between the eyes.

And…. they disbanded. (Duh).


But, Charlevoix soldiered on, specifically in:


1862: as Civil War veteran’s filtered in to buy land for $1.25 per acre (awesome!)


1866: the city surveyor completed the formal plat of town whereby he owned most of the property (I always wonder how they think they’ll get away with this?)


1876: all of the surrounding forest is leveled for the lumber to build the original McMansions of the Midwestern Robber Barons who summer on the shores.


1880: intellectual blo-hards, in the form of Chicago professors, form the first of many Summer Clubs and boring social gatherings.


1901: Detroit based D.M.Ferry Seed & Plant Co. sets-up shop along a company-owned ( and ONLY) 200′ dock on the lake and if you want your shit off the boat, you have to purchase a seedling. Cherries orchards are invented.


1918: Local crazy architect Earl Young begins to build homes using locally-quarried boulders, that become known as ‘Mushroom Houses’ and make romantics swoon.


1919: Albert Loeb, VP of Sears & Roebuck based in Chicago, builds an experimental (code: for unsupervised) farm. Loeb’s son, Richard “Dicky’ Loeb, will four years later, find a strange bedfellow with his equally disturbed schoolmate, Nathan Leopold, and together they will murder young Bobby Franks- for ‘kicks’.

Charles Darrow will represent the young mail-order heir in the infamous Illinois vs Leopold & Loeb trial , and visits the family at the ‘Farm’.

Long & Short of IT: Darrow famously argues for Loeb’s life, Loeb is imprisoned, Loeb is murdered in jail, the Farm fails (not in order of importance).


1930′s: Chicago gangsters discover the advantages of ‘getting outta town’ with a sweet lake breeze.


1996: Jon Benet Ramsey is murdered outside Boulder, Colorado. The family, who has always ‘summered’ in Charleviox, still owns their home by the Lake. They haven’t visited for a while.


2014: Cheryl, and family, drive through Charlevoix (on the way to a destination wedding) and she immediately insists they park, look around, go shopping, eat well, knock a few back, and talk to the ‘locals’.


In other words, get a ‘feel’ for the place.

I don’t think they saw me coming….

Looking from Main St. to lake Michigan.

It may just be me, but I feel a new dress coming on.


The Bay. In the Center. Of. Town. Need I say more?


Public Space. Public. Space.



They threw an Art Fair for me, and Why Not?

  • Carol Cassara - Who knew? The only thing i know about that city is that John Ramsay’s family had a home there. I can’t believe I know that factoid.
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    • Cheryl - I had no idea until I started chatting-up the locals. A few old-timers said they were always standoffish.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Such a fun read! I’m gonna start my own religion. How hard can it be? Just think of the most ridiculous story you can come up with and say it’s a message from God. I’m onto something…ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I believe you meant 1850 instead of 1950 in that one post. That would have meant she really old when she got the divorce from a ghost. Other than that, a fun read. I hope you’ve seen my latest.ReplyCancel

  • Diane - I LOVE a back story! The who’s and how’s and why’s of a place. Thank you for finding this one! I had never even heard of the town, let alone its somewhat spotty history. Fascinating!
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    • Cheryl - I do too! I sought out the ‘backstory’ with the locals and the hysterical society while the fam was cruising the bay. Such a beautiful place with a fascinating history. So glad you enjoyed this!ReplyCancel

  • Charlevoix Convention & Visitors Bureau - Glad you enjoyed your time in Charlevoix the Beautiful!ReplyCancel

  • Joan Bickley Stommen - This Michigan girl loves this! The history, your humor and your photos! Hope you got that dress! Can’t wait till my next visit up north ReplyCancel



I was born and raised in NE Ohio only 30 minutes from Lake Erie.



Did I go there?


Did I swim in this glorious fresh water?


Did my folks make it an annual ‘pilgrimage’ to play on the sandy dunes and bask in the sunlight, picnic in the waiting?




Thirty minutes folks.


One in a chain of the world’s largest fresh water oceans.


Thirty minutes.


Nada. Zip. Nothing.


Okay. In full disclosure; it was probably all fucked-up then. Full of fuel and tampons. Not fit for human consumption. You’ve heard the jokes.



But still.

The Great Lakes! At our f-i-n-g-e-r-t-i-p-s!!! reachreachreach….slap


So, of course, by now I’ve swam in it. I’ve sunned near it. I’ve partied on it. And it’s good. But is it the best?  Is there better?



Why, yes there is!



And it can be found in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on a big island named Drummond, at a Yacht Club called Haven, and in a cabin numbered 6A, which, as it turned out, I would like to add to my collection of…




H– Huron 

O– Ontario 

M– Michigan 

E– Erie

S– Superior


Yacht HEAVEN more like it.



Wild Flowers everywhere




  • Kathy @ SMART Living 365.com - Isn’t it funny how we can live so close to something really amazing when we are young and because our parents weren’t “into it” we never enjoyed it at all? We lived very close to where I now and my parents never took us to the amazing mountains that encircle our valley. We never hiked, camped, or did any of that because my parents didn’t like too. It took me a while, but like you I’ve found my own treasures…and if I ever make it close to your part of the country I want to go to Yacht Haven… ~Kathy
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    • Cheryl - I know! It makes me wonder where we didn’t take our own kids! The Mall wasn’t one of them. If you ever get the chance- the UP of Michigan is beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I was raised 10 min from Ontario. Same story and I have a post coming one day about it. ;-0)
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    • Cheryl - It’s amazing isn’t it? Makes you wonder what we are all REALLY missing. I look forward to another amazing post Carol!ReplyCancel

  • Lana - Really pretty! I’d love to visit the Great Lakes someday. We lived for 5 years in North Carolina, a short road trip to Washington DC. Don’t know why my parents never took us there!
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    • Cheryl - See what I mean?!!!! Why? And even though we never went to the lake (30 minutes away) we did go to DC. Weird. And NYC. But not the lake. ??????ReplyCancel

  • Cary - Thanks. Now I will never be able to go swimming again without imagining a tampon bumping into my forehead.
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    • Cheryl - Your used to things bumping into your head. No probleeeeemmmmm.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cook - I love that last photo with the boats turned upside down – a nice opening to a story.ReplyCancel

  • Victoria Parridgen - Love seeing my hometown! Glad you loved Drummond as much as the Islanders do!ReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - Husband just gave me marching orders to look around the UP and Wisconsin for places to live. ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - The wild flowers are lovely. I don’t swim so the rest wouldn’t really be a problem, but being that close and never seeing it would be a huge disappointment.ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - This is exactly why God invented adulthood. I went on a total of one vacation during my entire childhood. I’ve been making up for it ever since. I suspect you and I are kindred spirits.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I suspect you’re correct about that. -wink-ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - How have I missed this? It sounds familiar being fron Northern Kentucky my family (hubby &kiddos) we have been all around Michigan’s outer edge. From Port Huron to Mackinaw Island (which incidently I’m writing a post on Wed on the new blog) even to Marquette and Lake Superior but I can’t picture Drummond Island?! I have seen every single lighthouse driving the mitt haha like the back of our hand.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Looks like a great vacation spot, Cheryl. Nice pictures! ReplyCancel


There’s no need for an alarm- they wake you up instead. Like clockwork.



Their feet are pounding through the floor above your head. Their voices can be heard beginning with soft chatter and then building to the inevitable screaming match.


“That my book. She can’t have it! It all mine! Mine. Meahhh!”


“It’s not just your book. It belongs to all of us and you can’t even read yet. I’m gonna play with your cars.’



“Those my cars! You can’t have! Where my red one? Mine. Meahhh!”


“I want to go swimming? Can we go swimming? I want to go swimming. Aunt Cheryl? Do you hear me?”


“I hungry.”


“What smells? Oh oh. She’s throwing it.”


“I like my present Aunt Cheryl. Box is good for making Batman mask. Where my car?”


“Whatcha watching on TV? Are those good men or bad men? Mommy doesn’t let us watch this. Can we watch it?”


“You have lot of pretty shoes. Look! Oh oh. It broke.”


“Aunt Cheryl, I found my car but I…but I…but I can’t reach it. It’s wet.”


“I still hungry.”


So you might ask what do you do with four youngins’, under the age of eight, that see everything in your world as a potential new toy to be disassembled and dropped in the koy pond?


You scare the hell out of them, of course.



Welcome to Hotel Cheryl…


“Any time of the year you can find it here.”







Walking Leaf insect (Phylliidae) which I convinced them I had a large jar full of at the house. They may have to be released. You never know.


Hallways full-up with frightening creatures. Oh yea.



Things grow BIG in Aunt Cheryl’s world. Beware.



Even the lighting is infested. I likey.


Works every time.

  • Tammy - Fear is the best weapon, second only to guilt. Buahahahahaa!
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    • Cheryl - Spoken by a true Catholic- or is it- UNDERSTOOD by a defrocked Catholic, which would be me.ReplyCancel

  • Cary - I completely endorse this message. If you need help with scaring them, let me know. It would be my pleasure.
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    • Cheryl - Even though I am quite good at this- assistance may be needed. I’ll let you know.ReplyCancel

  • Sarah @Thank You Honey - LOL. They good thing is they go home! Then you’ll laugh about the whole thing and even miss them? Maybe? Ok maybe not! They will definitely be talking about Aunt Cheryl for a long time and you’ll be the hero!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes- I miss them already. Mostly just seeing them pee their pants though! HA!ReplyCancel

  • Lana - Love this! I’d have to come up with something else to scare my younger son though – he’s not afraid of bugs :)
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    • Cheryl - Ghost stories always did the trick with my kids. No. Wait! CLOWNS! Bring in the CLOWNS!!!ReplyCancel

  • Andrea B (@goodgirlgonered) - This would probably scare ME more than her! ;) My daughter loves all the ickky creatures out there!
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    • Cheryl - The Insectarium is amazing. Very hands-on. They just added a butterfly pavilion which is glorious! If you and yours are ever here in NOLA you shouldn’t miss it.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - hehehehe!! I bet they tiptoed whenever they were walking past you after that!!
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    • Cheryl - All I had to do was put my hand in a pocket and they stood still. Brilliant. heheheeeReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - I love having a house full of kids. I like to tell scary stories at bedtime.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I love it too Janie, but their mother wouldn’t let me tell scary stories so I had to do it during the day. Still worked!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Tee hee!

  • Gary Sidley - I like it! Fear is a potent motivator (and, more relevantly in this case, de-motivator). My approach is a bit less subtle – like “shut the f*ck up before I stick your head down the toilet!” (Only joking; no hate mail necessary). ReplyCancel

  • Princess Rosebud - Fear CAN be quite the motivator lolReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Boy I am so glad I don’t have kids!
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    • Cheryl - They are a handful! We went from zero to full blast in a second. I’ve got to get good at this again before my own grandkids are born! God willing.ReplyCancel

  • Esther Lombardi - Love it! Great pics :) I want to go! Looks like lots of fun… ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Fortunately, I never had that problem. I was always up before the children and I only had two. ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - When our children became teenagers my husband paid them back every Saturday morning at 8 a.m. yelling “Housekeeping”! Such fun!ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - You had me with the giant, scary butterfly! I love the way you think! He,he!ReplyCancel


Life changes.



So do trends (…and husbands- not mine).


It’s the natural evolution of Evolution.


What will be, Will Be (I just want to get in on the correct side of the flying car).


So, I’ve been wondering…


Nah. That’s not true. Really not so much w-o-n-d-e-r-i-n-g as much as attempting to gage the changes that are inevitable in the world of blogging.


What a wonderful thing this Blogging is! It gives a ‘voice’ to so many people that otherwise would have remained silent (and that’s a good thing) and it will continue. People will blog. I’m not debating that. (In fact, I’m absolutely sure most of these questions have already been answered, but I enjoy beating dead horses, so here goes…)


What I want to discuss are the changes occurring in the mass communication vehicle commonly called ‘blogs’: Who’s reading? Who’s commenting? How are they doing it? What is being read? How long do readers stay? Does the length of a post make a difference to the readers? Do they show-up for enjoyment, or for information? Inspiration maybe? A laugh? A cry? To not feel alone?


And, of course, what do the bloggers want out of it?


Let’s start there.


I know many blogs that have paid advertising on them. I know many bloggers that write for products. I know none of them (shy from the top Three-Of-All-Time ) that are actually making a living at it. So what’s the draw?


Let’s be honest- it’s not the money. Most of us just want a little fame. Someone to listen to us. People to show-up at a book signing. An interview. Engagement.


We want to be heard, because we all feel we have something to say- and we do. All. Of. Us.


However, I’m feeling like unless your goal is to fall of the edge of the bloggyuniverse and continue to write a journal, it’s time to retool- Rethink what blogs will continue to grow and how they will do it.


Let’s take my blog. The very one you’re reading now. What a mess (Not trolling, so no accolades needed).


I started out a little late to the party- 2-1/2 years ago- at 55. But, since there has never been a party I’m not unwilling to crash- here I am.


A Pleasant House was going to be about my love of gardening, and it was, for a while, and still is, occasionally.


Then, I decided to add cooking. Ditto.


Then, living in New Orleans and traveling. Double Ditto.


Suddenly, I let my evil twin out of the trunk of my car (which is where I keep her) and started to spout-off about any damn thing I was interested in saying.


I’ve built a following. happy-happy-happy Met a slew of awesome people on-line (some IRL) and have LOVED the engagement.


No news there for anyone that blogs.


That is not the revelation. This is: Even as the world of bloggers grows, the focus of the readers is contracting.




What does this mean? You’ll keep your followers if you continue to write about whatever you are currently writing about. You may even grab a few more along the way. It will be increasingly harder to compete. You’ll say you don’t care to compete. But we all know that’s not true. Not really.


You want to be HEARD. And it’s kinda addicting seeing all those post engagements, and comments, and ‘shares’.


I, for one, LOVE THEM.


YOU, dear Reader, are my crack.


But ‘things’ are c-h-a-n-g-i-n-g- not just in social media, and for a share of the pie, but for me and my little blog.


I have been advised, for a LONG time to ‘Brand’ myself- and THAT dear people is the future.




Not just finding your ‘niche’ but BRANDING.


And your Brand can’t just be about how your kids pee’d on the turkey at Thanksgiving, or your wonderful envious glittering ‘Lifestyle’ (like I’ve been doing mine) ’cause unless your kid is thirty seven and still peeing his pants, or you have a private jet and a membership in Skull & Bones- your blog is just going to get swallowed-up in the exponential growth of new and better content, and the shorter time span of your readers engagement.


‘How in the hell do I do this?’, I’ve asked myself.


You need something to brand- right? What do I have? My musings? Get real Cheryl. (Yes, I talk to myself in the first person).


I’m not a tech-savvy swabbie like my friend Julie at Fabulous Blogging. She can sell her knowledge, for Christ’s sake. (You Go Girl, btw).


I’m not an advocate for Mental Health, or Wellness like my friends Cathy Chester at An Empowered Spirit or Ellen Dolgen at Menopause Mondays (hats off ladies).


I’m not depressed, or have special needs children.


I’m in a thriving relationship. My kids are all good.


What. To. Do?????




Isn’t the new by-line ‘You Are Enough’?


Am I?


I think I am.


By God, I am!


I just need to retool- my focus, my dreams, my vision.


Because Life Changes (and I’m not getting any younger) and I’ve decided to attempt to ‘Brand’ myself in the form of a cookbook that is wrapped around my parent’s story that is served with a bacon wrapped water chestnut drizzled with maple syrup and a side of infidelity (and a few swear words-’cause that’s how I roll…out dough).


In other words, like NOTHING you have ever flipped your pancakes to.


Will it be published? I think it will.


Will it sell? I hope so.


What if it doesn’t? Who cares? It’s a new ‘goal’.


Can you see me cooking away, with all my shizz, on a u-tube channel? (I’ll let that sink in). Why, yes I can.


Will I have created a ‘Brand’. You’re damn right.


And it will be, God willing, funny, and informative, and inspiring, and delicious, served with a side of sass, and a dash of bitters.



And then, after I’m famous, I’m going to open a retail shop full-up with my fabulous style and taste, and wear sarongs and purple lipstick, and speak with a foreign accent while hosting gallery openings, posing for In Style’s Fabulous Over 60 issue, preparing fresh fish chunks for my pet ostrich named Miss Peach, and reinvent myself all over again…



Just the way I like it.


Cause I’m THAT kind of FABU (Or is it idiot?) In the meantime






as I continue to attempt to flat-out entertain you on a regular basis on my little blogggggggglugglugglug 



I need a drink

  • Cristina - You had me at bacon wrapped infidelity (love that) and purple sarong.

    Get it, Cheryl!
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    • Cheryl - Isn’t all ‘infidelity’ wrapped in something initially scrumptious like bacon, sugared with a little magic, and THEN you get high cholesterol? No? That’s the way it happened to my father God Rest his Soul (not).ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Greenthal - Fortunately the blogosphere is about what you make of it. There is no “right” way to be a blogger. Bloggers who support themselves through blogging are few and far between, but there are plenty of bloggers who are making money doing things in addition to blogging – using their blog as an online resume, if you will.

    I’m sure your book will be fascinating and filled with deliciousness. Looking forward to it!
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    • Cheryl - I agree on all accounts Sharon! Great minds think alike!ReplyCancel

  • Annah Elizabeth - Brand away!! Bacon and brandy and all… ;)

    You are enough, Cheryl, exactly as “you is!”

    Keep cooking on!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Bacon and Brandy… I like it! Thanks Annah- your’e the best!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why THANK YOU dear Annah. Now let’s go wrap some bacon! Yummie!!!ReplyCancel

  • Jessica - I’m not really into cookbooks, so I hope you continue to blog about your adventures. ;) My blog, on the other hand, is completely useless… but I like it, anyway!
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    • Cheryl - I’m sure that’s not true! And WE ALL feel that way sometimes (I know I do), but yes- I will continue to blog- here, and attempt to finish this ‘thing’. Oh boy….ReplyCancel

  • Natalie - Haha, this is why I’ll never be a successful blogger – no branding for me, just writing any ol’ thing I feel like. As long as it’s good, I mean. I love that you’re thinking about all these things I’m ignoring…I kind of trust you to handle all this while I just pretend nothing’s changing. Lol.
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    • Cheryl - I love that you ‘trust me’ to handle all of this. I do tend to ‘geter’ done’ so I’ll let you know. In the meantime, enjoy the glories of lalaland. It’s a great neighborhood! Hahaaaa.ReplyCancel

  • Sarah Felix Burns - Shit Cheryl, your brand is simply Fabulous Crazy Stylish Lady down in New Orleans. Don’t change a thing because we loves ya!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Amen. to all of it. I’m excited about your new “brand’ and now you have me wondering what I should have branded…and do I want to be branded? Sheesh, so much for my summer vacation. Now I’m thinking about branding.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Your cookbook is such an interesting idea. I think “branding” is really only important if you are pimping your blog out–I think there will always be personality blogs that people follow simply because we are voyeurs and like peeking into the lives of others. Now, where’s that drink? :-)

  • Author Shelly Arkon - Interesting take on what to do and how you’re going to do it.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Cheryl,

    You are wise, witty, savvy, snarky, sensational, beautiful, intelligent, creative and, well, marvelous! I love how you are so very authentic, and that, my dear, is your brand. Being exactly who you are. Because in this crazy blogging world we can smell insincerity a mile away (okay, I stole that line from Katherine Hepburn). You are a gem.

    I love you for mentioning me. Quite honored. Big bear hugs across the many miles.
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    • Cheryl - You are a speciaL GEM on my already exceedingly expensive slender, and youthful, ring fingers. Diamonds are forever- as are you my friend. Love and admire you very much.ReplyCancel

  • Di Ane Cooper - hi Cheryl – I am a fairly recent reader and thought you might like to know that it was the word “midlife” that made click on your link in somebody’s sidebar. I love the eclectic storytelling and humor… and the fact that none of it revolves around childcare! (stories about childcare didn’t interest me even when my kids were young…lol.) ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - Great idea Cheryl. 1. I love buying cookbooks because then it looks like I can cook. 2. If I do cook and it turns out edible it is because I used a recipe, step-by-step instructions and my ADD didn’t kick in somewhere in the process. I think we are on the same brain wave here. I knew I wanted to write about what is like to take care of someone with Alzheimer’s everyday. So the first 2 things I did was buy my domain and by the logo The Diary of an Alzheimer’s Caregiver and went from there. I feel there will be a greater need as time goes by. But then I felt kinda limited so I got the idea of a different king of travel business so I bought million mile blog domain and logo and while it is still in it’s infancy I believe it will appeal to travelers who are weary about travel agents and traveling period. I hope to change that. So between the two of us we have it hooked. People are always going to eat, travel and get old.ReplyCancel

  • Julie Chenell DeNeen - You are delicious Cheryl. :) ReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - Hello my Queen. This was another great treat and I can’t wait to see your first fun-filled cooking show. ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - You are going to ROCK it. Woohoo!!!
    And when you get this published, I will be sure to share it with my 10s of readers (I don’t have “followers”…just people who accidentally stumble upon my little space on the internet..ha).
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    • Cheryl - You do not! You are the SUN/SON (prodigal)You have tens of thousands of dedicated and sunscribed followers!Problem is they keep forgetting their sunscreen. We need to get into THAT business. Sunscreen for readers. God knows mine are burnt to a crisp. HA!ReplyCancel

  • Susan - ofeverymoment - Developing my blog has been a little like parenting a new baby. I love it too much to think of its future as being limited … but I am confused by the whole business of finding my niche and branding.
    For now, my strategy will just to muddle on, hope readers like what I write, and wait for my niche and brand to reveal themselves.
    In the meantime, I plan to ”stay tuned” and enjoy watching what unfolds here!!
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    • Cheryl - Exactly. Same here. I’m letting the blog take me on it’s own adventure. I still have to change it’s diapers, feed it, clean up after it gets it’s heart broken, but in for a dime. In for a dollar. Baby’s growing up! HA!ReplyCancel

  • Kristi Rieger Campbell - Cheryl, your brand is AWESOME AND FABULOUS, just like you are. YAY for a cooking book! I love it! Especially one wrapped with a side of infidelity. It will be amazing. Also, I really do believe that all of us have lots and lots to say, and that we should, even on the days we get lost in the masses. xoReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why, THANK YOU Kristi! Yes we SHOULD all keep on keepin’ on, no matter what the chatter. This bloggy thing is HARD, but I love something I think, Mark Twain said (to paraphrase) ‘you may think your life is dull but others may find it fascinating’. And if he didn’t say that- then I just did. HA!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why, THANK YOU Kristi! Yes we SHOULD all keep on keepin’ on, no matter what the chatter. This bloggy thing is HARD, but I love something I think, Mark Twain said (to paraphrase) ‘you may think your life is dull but others may find it fascinating’. And if he didn’t say that- then I just did. HA!ReplyCancel

  • Mary Buchan - I’m a newbie to your site. I love where you are going. You are an inspiration to me. I just published my first book because I needed to find and express my voice in a noisy world.I also wanted to leave a legacy to my children of healing and hope. I am looking forward to reading and trying your recipes when your cookbook comes out!
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    • Cheryl - That’s my inspiration too! Leaving a legacy for my kids in a noisy world (great line btw). I’m glad you’re here. Your voice is full of reason and calm. Thank you for stopping by. DO it again- please!ReplyCancel

  • Theresa Ledford - Your blog never fails to make me happy. I lost the heart to write mine for 6 months after disaster struck my family. Coming today and reading this makes me feel that whatever I do is going to be okay and it’s alright that I want to do it just because I like the idea of people hearing me, ME! I’m usually funny, sometimes I’m not, but I don’t have to follow one single path. Thank you for this boost, today, right now. Have an afternoon drink on me and leave a beautiful purple lipstick stain on the rim!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - All well and good. I say I write Twisted Tales from a Skewed Mind. Who else would develop an alien-Earth family saga? My short stories never end normally, well, maybe a few, but that is rare. Yes, I have a following of some sort, but not nearly enough. Let me know when you discover the magic bullet. My Blog, however, tends to be about family. Once in a great number of months, I may post a story, but that too is rare. This time I tried one of your ways. I included a recipe. I hope you’ve had a chance to read it, you may like it. It’s a Huck Finn Pie. All I can say is write on and I wish you much success!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m on my way to see that recipe! Thanks Marie for your friendship. And i LOVE your stories!ReplyCancel

    • Mari Collier - I seem to be hooked on your zany writings too. Best of all, it has turned into another FB friendship.ReplyCancel

      • Cheryl - Yes Mari. It has. I like you and your novels! And your blog. And your recipes….ReplyCancel

  • Darcy Perdu (So Then Stories) - Ha! Love this! Can’t wait to attend your gallery openings you purple-lipstick wearing darling you!
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    • Cheryl - Don;t forget about Miss Peach my ostrich pet. SHe’ll be there too. HA!ReplyCancel

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