Real Life can be just so… in your face… that I want to slap the bitch.

 

 slap-slap-slap

 

 “Stand down you hellish beast”, I call from the high air of my parapet walk.

 

 

“Do not venture forth or I will send my slayers to the field of battle to slay your slayers”. (I’m a poet Queen).

 

 

At this point I am opening my ermine cape so that it catches the wind and rises high around me so as to create a dramatic moment. I am also hoping that it doesn’t come down around my face because that would just look stupid.

 

whoooooosh

 

 

Thank God. It’s working. The breeze is in my favor this morn.

 

 

“Hedrick! Gather my men! Arm them with sharp knives and hot coal. Place on their heads the Tall Hat and wrap their bodies with linen of olde. What? I don’t want to hear a God damn thing about the laundress and the futility of next day service. Get it done man!”

 

 

“Genevieve! For the love of God, where is that wench? Shit! You fool. Don’t startle me like that! Gather ye court and take shelter in the Royal Cellars and do not, I repeat DO NOT let me hear a cork vent a barrelet- until I alight, of course”.

 

 

“Jester! You fool! This is no time for levity! Go seek the fishmonger and the butcher and the pastry maker. Have them stock my pantries with their wares. Tell them they will be highly compensated, that my advisers will dine at sunset, and that my subjects can eat cake. Not one word about my sorry ass cousin-Queen of France. Cake means ‘leftovers”. (Jesus, does no one research historical fact anymore?)

 

 

“Bidwell! Accompany me from the turret to the yawn across the palisade. Have the footmen barricade the drawbridge and draw the footbridge. Yes, we do have many bridges, you sot… Forget it. I’ll do it myself.” (Jesus, it’s hard to get good help these days).

 

 

“Valet! Take my steads and render them with caution. I will expect no damage and all my finery still present upon my return”.

 

 

 

swish-swish-swish

 

 

My skirts sound so good. I really must remember to thank my dressmaker after the battle.

 

 

Welcome Your Majesty. It is our pleasure.

 

 

“Of course it is. And have me not disturbed until the battle is won…

 

“Or they get hungry”.

 

A Welcome Home supper at Commander’s Palace in the private wine room- because I can.

 

 

Welcome Her Majesty. It is our pleasure. Of course it is.

 

 

First Course: Stone Crab & Caviar served with MV Charles de Cazanove RM Brut, from Reims, Champagne, France.

 

Second Course: Lobster Bisque served with MV Henri Giraud Fut de Chene Brut from Ay Grand, Cru, Champagne, France…. I have people there.

 

Third Course: Oyster Carbonara served with 2010 Maison Champy les Combottes from Pernand-Vergelesses, Burgundy, France.

 

 

A le Coup de Milieu or a palate cleanser for you peasants. In this case a Crescent City Cooler of Guava rum, Angostura bitters, ginger ale & lime juice. Delightful Barkeep. Just delightful.

Fourth Course: Pan Roasted Skate fish wing (cousin of sting rays) served with 2012 Domaine Gauby les Calcinaires from Cotes Catalanes, Southern France.

 

 

Fifth Course: Tournedo of beef and Chanterelle Mushrooms, served with 2012 Caymus, 40th Anniversary, Cabernet Sauvignon, Napa Vally, California

My kitchen staff working to please me at
COMMANDERS’S PALACE
New Orleans



  • carollynn - Your majesty, what feats of loyalty and/or fealty must one perform to find themselves (me) invited to share such a repast with her queen (you)? Commanders Palace, always an amazing experience.
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    • Cheryl - I believe it says in the Magna Carta that one must be loyal to the Queen and able and willing to take up arms in defense of the Kingdom. I do believe you muster a Knighthood. Welcome to the Kingdom.ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - Oh my Amazing! Even though the first few courses would have killed me, dang shellfish allergy, I was dreaming and pretending I was right there with you.
    Beautiful!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It was a glorious evening full of much meat and libations. I could do this every week Doreen. If only the Royal purses allowed.ReplyCancel

  • Jackie - Wow! That is some meal (and I loved the “intro”)!

    We all deserve some pampering now and then… and this would be right up my alley :)
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    • Cheryl - Why thank you Dame Jackie. ’tis my pleasure to welcome you to the Kingdom of my own making. All the trains run on time here.ReplyCancel

  • Mary - Thank you Your Majesty for a glimpse into your world! Amazing! Dinner in the wine room is right up my alley!
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    • Cheryl - T’was a glorious feast of savory beast and fragrant fowl. The libations weren’t bad either. Wowza!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - I would have had the dinner in the wine room, Cheryl. This looks ah-may-zing! I am still waiting for my invite…xoxo Hope you loved it – how couldn’t you? xoReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You, my dear fellow Royal, are always welcome. I await your arrival.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I can’t tell you how good that meal looks to me. I haven’t had breakfast yet!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I was presented with a hot slice of cheesy grit quiche this morn and it was delicious. My servants are so attentive lately!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Now that is awesome, Queen Cheryl. I’m drooling even though it’s only 8:00 in the morning!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe all should partake of caviar on grits in the morn. Now get on that!ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - How special! Love the way you presented this. Very original.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh. I’ve got a million of these diddys up my royal sleeve. Sometimes I even pull a rabbit out of my crown.ReplyCancel

  • Mary Bird Lanzavecchia - Tell me you brought an extra large suitcase, I mean purse, and stashed a few extra bottles away for me. What an amazing dinner!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - One better: I had them d-el-i-v-e-r.ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - Now this IS a meal fit for her Royal Highness. And I lover how The Queen makes mention of each drink pairing, marvelous. I loved this. And I want to eat there. With you. Even though I am a mere peasant.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You present yourself as a peasant of the highest quality so I will consider your request…. and grant it. On your next visit perhaps?ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Gee whiz! NOW I’m starving. What a fabulous culinary experience. Yum, yum, yum. Thank you for sharing — the photos, at least. :-PReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Okay now that made me hungry! Great photos.
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    • Cheryl - They’re a little grainy—– with dijon mustard! HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - The closest I came to such a grand feast was at a fancy hotel in Seattle. Nintendo paid for everyone who had worked for them for ten years or longer. It is a way I’ll never experience. I’m glad you can do it! The steak and mushroom had me drooling.ReplyCancel

  • Carolann - The quotes were great and the pics even better!
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    • Cheryl - And the food was even BETTER than that! HahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - haha! I loved the fun commentary and quotes! That restaurant looks incredible! Lucky you!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes. I am lucky. I work real hard at being ‘lucky’. HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Diane - I’m still stuck on the ermine cape. Is it warm? Fuzzy. Do you just want to cuddle it? And the food?! They’d have to call in the litter-bearers to get me out of there! And the fan boy. You do get a fan boy, don’t you?
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    • Cheryl - Oh, I forgot the fan boy. He was busy fanning the flames. The cape is awesome. Every Queen needs one. XXOOOReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - OMG, I love Commander’s.ReplyCancel

There comes a time in every life when cold steely eyes, at the end of a tunnel you never thought you’d have to walk through, are winking at you, and you’re speechless- unless you’re like me, then you write a blog post, because you can, because you need to.

 

I mentioned, only briefly, and without fanfare, that I would be MIA for awhile.

I am back- at least temporarily.

 

 

My mother has experienced a medical emergency, one that was not unexpected, and yet, it always is- unexpected, and as I sat with her and looked deeply into her big brown eyes, I saw what she was seeing- those damn winking Reaper slits, taunting her to come hither, to give-up, to enter the darkness, and I begged her to turn around, to slap that bitch in the face, to muster her natural born stubborn soul and fight back, because we still desire her company, and her wisdom, and there are new babies still to come, and who will I complain to when the world pisses me off and I need her to tell me to ‘take a deep breath’ and ‘it will all work out’.

 

 

But, there she lays, frightened and confused, unable to control her environment, her body, unable to string more then a few words together in a whisper, unable to be young again.

Young again.

 

 

However, she has strong moments, I’m told.

 

 

I’m ‘told’ because I’m not there. I’m the daughter whose life has abandoned her mother to distance and marital obligations, living far far away and only able to participate through technology.

 

 

I fear that this will be my legacy to her; the daughter who wasn’t there, and I’ll have live with that because she won’t be there to tell me ‘it will all work out’, but I know in my heart, a heart that she seeded with love and watered with reason and cultivated when I was too stupid to see the weeds for myself, that she loves me still. That she loves me always.

 

 

Without the roadmap of her lifetime of challenges, through the thick and thin of disappointing marriages, the loss of her one true love, the true grit of working every damn day of her life- she remained a steady float in a rocky sea.

The term ‘Roll Model’ doesn’t even begin to define her.

 

 

And so it is that I find myself considering the journey of Life, the passing of time…

and the solitary ache of inconvenient truths.

 

You gave me the keys to the Kingdom my Queen.

Thank you- forever. 

 

 

My Mother. My Queen.



  • Chris Carter - Oh Cheryl… this is just so powerful, heartbreaking and raw. Bless your precious heart as you navigate your way through this very difficult time. Your words will resonate with many…

    Praying for peace for you, as you grapple with it all.
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    • Cheryl - Grapple is an excellent word Chris. Because it is a grapple, a tussle, a wrestling match between her and her body, me and her body, her and her mind, me and her mind…… see where I’m going with this? Jesus. I’m nearly spent.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Having had been there with my mother, seeing her near the end, I remember not wanting her to suffer. However much time you have with her, tell her you love her, say the things you need to say.
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    • Cheryl - I will William. I am. But it’s long-distance which SUCKS. Thank you for support my friend. XXOOOReplyCancel

  • Lynda@fitnessmomwinecountry - Cheryl, so beautiful in your words, and yet I feel for you. The photo of your mom …she is just stunning. Sending you hugs
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Lynda. Yes she was- IS. A REAL beauty, and such a class act. I pale by comparison.ReplyCancel

  • Kimba - My heart aches for you. You have a very special soul with you every day.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Kimba. Special souls are welcome any day.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - My heart is breaking for you because no matter how old we are we never want to let our parents go. It’s never enough, never the right time. I love that photo; it says it all. All I can offer you is a virtual hug and a lot of prayers. So poignant, Cheryl. You did your feelings for your mom justice.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you my dear friend. Aren’t we cute kids with a classy momma? I love that photo.ReplyCancel

  • Jackie - Oh, Carol, it must be so hard for you. I am so sorry.

    Your mother gave you many gifts, though… that is obvious. What a lovely tribute you have given her here.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Jackie. This is hard. If Iv’e learned anything it’s that I need to better plan for my own end-days- and never leave a word of love unspoken.ReplyCancel

  • Jenny Lynn - I can relate. Things are changing with my mom right now. I can’t be there to give any kind of comfort.
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    • Cheryl - Oh God. -head shaking- what do we do? Tell me.ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - Oh, hon. My heart breaks for you. You are in my thoughts! I wish there was more I could do or say.
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    • Cheryl - You just did Cary. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - {{{hugs}}} Cheryl.
    This is my dread too…to not be there when they need me. I’m so very optimistic that your mom will turn around and slap the bitch!!
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    • Cheryl - She’s never slapped anyone- that’s a problem. But my sister’s there and she’s a great slapper. hahahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Alyson Shitastrophy Herzig - Cheryl my heart breaks for you just reading this. I understand being too far from home and the obligations to be there. I’m sure your mother does too. Hugs friend, you will all be in my thoughts.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My physical distance brings it’s own challenges- to everyone involved. Saying goodbye is just so damn hard.ReplyCancel

  • Laura Lee Carter - WOW! Can I ever relate and I’m crying now…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - This post was a hard one to write- not because I had nothing to say but because the keyboard was wet- with tears. Dear God. How will I survive?ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - Beautiful, sad, poignant…this says it all. So sorry you are dealing with this heartbreak.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I know it’s the Circle of Life, but it’s still a shock. Somehow we always assumed our mother was immortal. Saying goodbye is so hard.ReplyCancel

  • barb barton dlugosz - Dearest Cheryl,

    Please know your mom, you and Melissa are in my thoughts and prayers. I love your mom, as if she were my own. Know that if there is anything I can do, i will do it! You know your mom loves you with all of her heart. She is and always will be much loved.

    i love you
    xo
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    • Cheryl - I’m so happy to hear from you! This sucks doesn’t it? I heard from BIll. WE LOVE you all. I’ll be in private contact. Peace OutReplyCancel

  • Shannon Bradley-Colleary - Ah Cheryl this was so gorgeous. And I love seeing your mom. Funny how that photo looks like it could have been taken yesterday. That she might still be that young, sloe-eyed, beautiful mother. And the truth is, she still is.
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    • Cheryl - Aaahhh Shannon. So nice to hear from you. Thank you. She was (is) a Vixen. The men STILL love her! What’s up with that? Does she have a scent? Love you girl. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Cheryl, everyone needs to read this post. Too many of us appreciate after it’s too late to do anything about it. Long distance or across the street. Bless you, my friend. Thinking of your mother as she was. As, according to my beliefs, she will be again . . .ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That really means a lot Diane. I believe the same, in fact, I’m taking comfort in the fact that WHEN she passes, she’ll be waiting for me, which will make my transition all the more enjoyable. ANd I’ll need her diplomatic skills when I’m bargaining with God. Hahahaaa (feels so good to laugh). Thanks again. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I can’t even tell you how much of this I relate to. Beautifully written from the heart.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ve got a bag full of heartfelt posts coming up. Get out the hanky Carol.ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - This is so difficult. All the emotions… Your mom sounds like a wonderful woman and how wonderful to have a history rich with love, support and direction because of her.
    As best you can I hope you will be kind with yourself, it’s a lot to absorb. Wishing you love and great strength as you navigate the days, weeks, months and even years ahead.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you so much Elin for your words of support and wisdom. I really can not read much more without tearing-up, so just a [[[hug]]] between us. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Thinking of you Cheryl. Beautiful photo and beautiful thoughts from your heart.
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    • Cheryl - Isn’t it? I have a million of them, and if my broken heart continues to lead me to write and post about this- you may see them all. Thank you Linda. Thank you.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I’m so sorry, Cheryl, and am sending you lots of love.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It just sucks and thank you Lois.ReplyCancel

  • Shelley Whaley-Meacham - Writing this to you thru tears of love & understanding … She knows , she knows how much she means to you & how much LOVE is there. I am sending you more love & prayers than you can imagine … I have loved you & your mama nearly my whole life. I am praying daily for her … we had many, many more years with my daddy after he had his stroke & I am praying that you also have that with your mama … Healing (((HUGGS))) for all of you!!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Shell. I felt the same about your parents. Much love and hugs to both of us. xxxooo foreverReplyCancel

  • Ines Roe - I was so touched by your beautifully written blog about your mother. I have a very close relationship with her mother and I am preparing myself for the day she will not be here – (which may be soon – she is 93). Each Christmas I prepare myself that this might be the last Christmas together. Your blog made me reflect about the mortality of all of us.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh Dear. You’ve got me crying again. No worries- it’s tears of joy. THANK YOU Ines. And with Xmas coming up… I don’t know. Must muster my big-girl pants. Keep in touch and thank you for your supportive and lovely comment.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - This took my breath away…. I know it is hard to feel right now but you will remember the twinkle in her eyes and the light they shed on your life. And as that memory solidifies, the helpless unreachable stare will fade…. I promise. Be kind to yourself and know that your mom launched you so fly in her honor…. I hope that makes sense to you someday soon too. It did to me…in time. Until then, draw from the collective strength all around you. Wishing you a peaceful thought for both you and your mom.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - “Fly in her honor’!!!! Jesus, that’s a life saver Ruth.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - I can’t imagine the sorrow you must have in your heart. Just remember that’s where she also resides as well as you in hers no matter how many miles are between you. I’m sorry.
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    • Cheryl - I’m sorry too. For all of us. Thank you Rena. You made me smile which is worth a million dollars today.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - There is absolutely nothing to say, but if I were there I would hug you. She knows you love her and you are still her beautiful daughter. I too lived far from my mother. She, however, always knew things and called me one day in March and said, “If you want to see me alive, come now.” Yes, I did go. I’m so thankful I did. It has been over thirty years, but I would love to hear the phone ring and her saying, “Hallo.” Hugs again.ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - Wishing you peace. I’m so sorry you are going through this. Your mom is beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Julie - I am a total stranger who stumbled upon this blog a while back, so having never met you +/or knowing much about you, I have this to offer ~ The aging process SUCKS!!!! I have my folks “near” for 6 months and “far” when they winter in Florida. Mom has been diagnosed with dementia and it is the most painful thing I have ever had to experience.
    Mothers have a great gift tho ~ they never lose the ability to love. No stroke, no cancer cells, no memory loss can take that away.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Julie, it’s an honor to have you here. Let’s commiserate… yes it SUCKS! I’ve seen dementia and it ain’t pretty. SO sad-confusion, not recognizing things/people, paranoia. My heart breaks for you and your family. My mom is 70% ‘there’ but trapped inside a body that won’t move. BOY is THAT a mind blow to see. The frustration. The sadness coming from her eyes. Keep in touch. PS: We are now friends.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Oh, Cheryl. My heart goes out to you my blogger friend. I lived this experience almost a year ago to the day. Knowing you will lose your mother is a life defining thing. I was convinced, until my mother took her last breath, that she would never die. But, damned if she did. On her own terms, just like she lived. My relationship with her was complicated. And even though I was there, physically, I don’t know if I was ever really “there” for her. It is something I am still trying to come to terms with. I’m with you, Cheryl, in my thoughts and heart. You’re what your mom would’ve wanted you to be, talented, loving, funny and kind. If anyone knows that, it’s your mom, more than you realize. Hugs to you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Kathleen. I’m starting to wrap my head around it but it’s a process.ReplyCancel

  • bodynsoil - I’m so sorry to hear about your mother, such a difficult time. Your words are very expressive, thank you for sharing.
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    • Cheryl - You’re so welcome and thank you. I guess the metal of a person is how they react to adversity. I’m getting there.ReplyCancel

  • Gwendolyn Gilkey - Great picture! She is beautiful!ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Froman - Cheryl, this was so beautifully expressed. I am sorry you are going through this….and while I live near, I am absolutely terrified of the time when I will have to face this situation. It has been on my mind a lot lately.
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    • Cheryl - I now know, with certainty, that you can never be fully prepared. Yes, I have her finances in order, her insurances in play, her cat being babysat, and my sister is there with her as often as her work schedule allows, but it’s the finality of end-days that just rocks you to your core. The thought that her time is coming soon and I’ll never hear her voice again, HOWEVER, I have saved the last voice message she sent me. Is that crazy?ReplyCancel

  • Pia Savage - I’m so sorry.
    it’s so beautifully written
    I think once we reach a certain age or time in life we can all relate to parts of itReplyCancel

  • amina - Cheryl,
    That was a beautiful post. I lost my father a few years back to cancer. At the time, I had 2 small children and was also doing a masters. It was very painful to watch, and more difficult to experience. However, I did my best to make it every time I could and also to be more than just a present participant in his illness. I fed him, I groomed him, I also just sat with him. I feel like I did all that I could given the circumstances. When he eventually passed away, I felt ok with all that I did, given that I was a mother to my own to children and studying. In the end, I say this is THE CIRCLE OF LIFE> stay strong.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you. It IS the Circle Of Life. I accept that. And I am slowly forgiving myself for not being there on a daily basis. I will see her over Thanksgiving though and am trying to arrange visiting very 4-5 weeks. That’s my best. It sucks but there you have it. Thanks again for your words of encouragement. I hope you stop by again.ReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - I’m an only child and my mom is in a nursing home a few miles from me. It’s so hard to watch her grow frailer and to dim with age. It does throw our own mortality in our face. But I’ll hug her extra close this holiday season and be grateful that I’ve had another year with her. Hugs to you and your mom too.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks you Connie. Yes- it’s a special time of year fro being grateful.ReplyCancel

 

 

Yes, it’s THAT time of year again: The Season of the Witch, All Hallow’s Eve, Trick or Treat, the Night of Mischief and, most definitely (my eyes are bleeding), really age-inappropriate costumes.

 

You know it’s true. You’ve worn them.

Every damn year you consider if you can pull-off that Wonder Woman costume just one more time. Or God forbid, you’re married to someone who insists on exercising his inner cowboy, complete with chew and spurs, except his belly is rolling over the belt buckle and he wants you to dress as Pocahontas but with a push-up bra and fish-net stockings.

No.

So, in the hopes that you will have the foresight and good taste to not embarrass your family any more than you normally do, let me suggest a few guidelines for choosing that one perfect costume that represents your inner ‘freak’.

 

  1. Wear comfortable shoes. I know this sounds dull, but unless your going to sit in a chair all night and swing your delicate ankles to and fro, or you’re looking to get laid and insist on the ‘fuck-me’ stiletto-on-high, wear something on the dogs that can carry you without real blood seeping from the toes, or the inevitable ‘trip’ as you make your entrance, which just defeats the whole purpose don’t ya think?

  2. Wear undergarments…. under. That’s where they’re meant to be. You are NOT Madonna. SHE isn’t even Madonna anymore.

  3. Practice wearing your costume. Trust me. Reach for something. Bend down. Sit. Walk up stairs. Sip a drink. Eat from a fork. Get it properly fastened for God’s sake. I’ve seen all of these simple tasks in EPIC FAILURE mode. Sorta like; rip, shred, oops, aaaahhhh, gurglegurgle, shit, I’ve broken something…. kind of failures. They are amusing, I’ll give you that, but I doubt you want to be on the receiving end of everyone else’s ‘Night To Remember’… or maybe you do?

  4. Garter Belts. All I can say is that if you are of a ‘certain’ age, and you actually REMEMBER garter belts, and trying to keep your skirt down all day long as you navigated your way to the girls room for a change of you-know-what, they just look trashy. They really do. Would you want a male to wear a jock strap where the sun CAN shine? I thought so.

  5. If your costume is accompanied with accoutrement ( think: whip, parrot, roller skates, a pyramid) make sure you know how to use them, drink with them, fit in a cab, or through the door- which is probably where you’re going to be directed if you take up too much space, or catch on fire. How did Cleopatra do it, I’ve always wondered?

  6. Consider the weather. Hot. Humid. Cool. Windy. Nothing is more uncomfortable than pitting-out your Marie Antoinette gown, feeling your face melt off, not being able to fully share your I Dream Of Jeannie muffin-top under a coat, or having the torch on your Statue Of Liberty get-up bent over in surrender at a $100 per plate Republican fund-raiser fancy Halloween party (just sayin’). It might even get you on the no-fly list.

  7.  False is Fine. Eyelashes, boobs, butterfly wings, wigs, blood, pretending your actually enjoying yourself. It’s one night for God’s sake. You can fake anything, am I right?

  8. I have a sort of litmus test I put some decisions through: What would a 60 year old Sophia Loren do? She was beautiful. She aged well. She had class. She had a long-term successful marriage and two awesome children. I was not, nor have ever been, a Sophia Loren, but would I wear a French Maid’s costume? Sophia says ‘No’. I agree with Sophia.

  9. I’m all about pushing ‘limits’. Yes. Push them. But don’t loose sight of the long-term repercussions. We are all grown woman for the love of God, And you know what a PUSH means.  Be an ADULT. An ADULT.

  10. And unless you look like Heidi Klum (after several children- God how I hate her) then stay away from the pussy.

 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!



  • Karen D. Austin - I don’t think I’m dressing up this year. Nothing can top the year I went as Tammy Faye Baker and won scariest costume (a couple of decades ago). The similarity was eerie. But now she’s not relevant, so it would just be sad and pathetic if I dressed up like her again. I peaked very early in my Halloween brilliance.
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    • Cheryl - hahaaaaaa. You peaked early did you? I think we all did. So funny.ReplyCancel

  • Lisha Fink - For the last three or four years I’ve been a ghost. Pull out a white skirt and tank top (New Orleans is hot in October, yo), wrap a $4 packet of cheesecloth around my head and smear the day’s mascara under my eyes. I’m sticking with what works.
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    • Cheryl - Brilliant! Especially the smearing of the mascara. I’m thinking maybe no shower or hair wash or leg shave for the week and then go out as a homeless person, though here, sadly, that would not be unusual. Thanks for stopping by Lisha. Always LOVE your comments.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I am so hoping my days of choosing a costume are over!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I thought mine were too until earlier this week when I got an invitation to Anne Rice’s Vampire Ball!!! OMG! This should be good. I’m going as a Victorian lady vampire in drag. Pic’s to follow.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - Oh my…who would have thought of “practice wearing your costume”… Only you :)! Too, too funny!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m serious!ReplyCancel

      • carollyn - Oh hell yes, dress rehearsals are a MUST. Last year I did my dress rehearsal the day before I left for an out of town halloween event, and well, I’d gained a few pounds in the wrong places and ended up with a recycled costume instead.
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  • Diane - Priceless advice! Priceless! Timely. And definitely needed! :) Sooo . . . no to the garter belt? Whew!
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    • Cheryl - No garter belt. And NO boobs falling all over over the place Diane. I’m warning you- keep the girls under wraps this year okay?ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - I’m just going with a basic mask and calling it good!! My kids are the ones who are going all out…with blood and gore, that is!
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    • Cheryl - Of course they are, as they should. I’m all for the basic mask. In my case I will be a witch- not a stretch.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Hahaha. I had never ever considered visible jock straps. Yep, you sure put that in perspective. Thanks for the chuckle.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Gros. Just GROS. And I’ve seen them. I. Am. Not. KIDDING.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Maybe we should just hand out candy at our front door!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Sounds great, however, I’m going to a costume party… as a drag queen.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Ah, ha,ha,ha! You’re always hilarious! Thanks for the laugh. :DReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you! You’re a doll. Hey! Maybe an outfit?ReplyCancel

  • Rosalind Warren - “Stay away from the pussy” has a couple of possible interpretations. But I’m pretty sure I know which one you mean. :) ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - The last time I was in a costume was for a party as an adult. I was wearing a Civil War Union officer’s uniform.
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    • Cheryl - I can see that. Very appropriate. Which side?ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I think it may be time to give Halloween back to the little kids.ReplyCancel

  • Helene Cohen Bludman - So funny! Yes, I will be sure to use my whip properly when I go out trick or treating!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - You are so funny. That is the best! Ha! I think I’ll play a Curmudgeon this Halloween. Yup. That’s what I’ll be. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You play a ‘curmudgeon’???? That WOULD be a costume!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Funny. The only time I wore Halloween costumes was at Nintendo. I even went as Cruella one time. Appropriate wig, of course. Hey, if Lanny were alive the western wear wouldn’t be a costume. It was what he wore all his life. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Authentic is great! It’s the pretenders that get my head shaking, and I’m SURE Lanny WAS NO pretender- or you.ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Damn it, woman. You take ALL the fun out of Halloween. Cleavage that is so big it catches fire by the end of a cigarette, dresses that hike up so high you can see Kansas, men wearing speedos feeling all comfy and to the left. What is left for those of us who sit on a bench with an ice-cream cone to critique (criticize) those who clearly have no mirrors in their homes? Bah! Your common sense be damned! Let the weirdness begin! By the way…one year I was a Drag Queen …. and nobody knew. What does that say about me?!
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    • Cheryl - It says you’re versatile! Let your FREAK FLAG FLY!!!ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Greenthal - I am not a fan of Halloween or dressing up in costumes, and you are pretty funny! What the heck is with Heidi Klum, anyway – she’s so incredibly beautiful.
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  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Shall I assume that you saw a whole lot of interesting stuff at the ball Friday night? Saturday night’s event was quite fabulous. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m so glad! My attendance was waylaid by other circumstances. I’ll PM you.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Damn! If I had a body like that, I’d be sportin’ the furry body suit too. Heidi’s such a show off. Yeah, last year I went as Tom Petty. The St. Pauli girl costume is not happenin’ for me, much to my hubby’s dismay.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hahahaaaaaa. The St Pauli girl is a real boob buster. She would be on my no-no list. Enough with women and the boobs!ReplyCancel

We all have people.  You know, like the people next door, the people we meet, the people we work with, but I think when most of us use the term ‘people’ they are imagining family.

 

 

My birth family was pretty small– just my parents, my sister and I, one set of  grandparents in the city of our suburb, and the other set in a trailer next to the Seminole Indian reservation in Central Florida (long story).

 

My father was an only child.  No one in his extended family liked each other much.  The back-breaking manuel labor of working the railroad lines and drinking away your salary at the end of the week which resulted in weekly bar brawls fueled by cheap hootch and pissed-off wives, had seen to that.

 

My mother had two sisters, but one had run-off with a priest to Texas and the other stayed in Florida (My parents moved to Ohio from sunny Florida because they were always bucking the trends).

 

I grew-up being told that my Dad was English (and maybe Jewish somewhere along his line since that’s what I remember hearing behind closed doors when my grandmother was pissed at my grandfather) and being certain that my Mom was French Canadian because I could barely understand a single word I ever heard those grandparents’ speak and when my mom was really pissed at me she swore in French, which, btw, does not have the intended effect.

 

Later on, after I married into a large family, and became aware that they not only knew a lot about their heritage (Czech/Swede & English) but that they were proud of it, I wanted to know more details about mine, but by that time all of my grandparents had passed and my Mom & Dad didn’t really know more then that, and I wondered, ‘What’s wrong with you people?’ (which is something I’ve asked myself repeatedly in a myriad of situations over the years), but because it was 1991, and our son’s First grade teacher told use we needed to get this new thing called a Personal Computer for the house because she just knew it was going to be the future and she thought Chase should write that future, and I said, ‘Are you kidding? Do you know how much those things cost?’ so we took out a loan and bought a first generation PC that was about as big as the freezer in our fridge and had it’s own room- I was able to do the research.

 

On my own.

 

And it has been quite a ride.

 

Before there was Ancestry (dot.com) there was the Ancestry Repository of the Church Of Latter Day Saints (which maintain that one should know who their ancestors are so as to have them greet you at the Pearly Gates and show you the ropes as you negotiate with The Lord in Heaven because if you thought LIFE was a negotiation ETERNITY’s gonna be a bitch), and they just happened to have a lot of information transcribed and available on the interwebs and since now I had access to the interwebs I dialed-up and if there wasn’t an electrical storm outside and there were no incoming phone calls, I was in my own kind of Heaven.

 

Score.

Twenty-four years later, I have unearthed:

 

 * That one female ancestor had 18 children. Are you frigging kidding me? She had a baby every year after her nuptials….and then she died. Who wouldn’t? 

 

* That one of my paternal great grandmothers birthed 14 children (again- really?) and that the oldest child was committed to an insane asylum four months after she died, (and her husband married her sister) and where she – my aunt, remained for 30 years, with her teeth removed because she bit another inmate and that inmate died as a result of those wounds. Interestingly, my father had never heard her name mentioned in all of his life. Not one visitation is recorded over those 30 years. She is buried next to her mother.

 

 

* That the golfer Tom Watson is my paternal grandfather’s Uncle’s son.

 

 

* That many of my ancestors owned and operated saloons with ’cause of death’ listed as ‘liver failure’.

 

 

* That one of my gggrandfathers hold’s two industrial patents on mechanisms that were pretty much obsolete by the time he filed them. One was a beer bottle holder that rotated tabletop-style. The other was a very complicated drapery rod. Why? I don’t have a God damn clue. His wife finally kicked him out and his last census record is in a flop-house in another state. He lists his ‘Occupation’ as ‘Inventor’. It should have read ‘Clueless’.  

 

 

* That one ggrandfather died in the Spanish Influenza epidemic of 1918 and is buried in a Pauper’s Field. Make of that what you will. I know I have. 

 

 

* That another ggrandfather was a Justice Of The Peace. He mostly married his family members- to each other. 

 

 

* That my maternal grandmother was an illegal alien until she was 54 and would have remained illegal if immigration services hadn’t knocked on her door at 2:30 in the morning threatening to deport her. I can imagine her hysterics in French. “Mais je na bebes dans ce pays!”: But I have babies in this country! “Mon mari honnete homme, le poissson trop, mais bon!”: My husband good man, he fish too much, but good!, and “Je tue personne!!: I kill no one!  The officers probably just gave up. She got her papers pronto, btw. 

 

 

* That there have been a few ‘pre-mature’ births of ‘full-term’ babies along the way- just sayin’.

 

 

* That 1st cousins married–a lot. A few had to get special dispensation from the Catholic Church- and they did.

 

 

* That I have ancestors that have fought in the Revolutionary War, The French and Indian War, The War of 1812, The Civil War, and each World War. My father’s cousin Jimmy, the only child of my Aunt Irene, died on an army base here in the States, during the Korean War, without ever seeing action. His death certificate remains ‘classified’. I don’t know where he’s buried.

 

 

* That there has never been a fortune made that wasn’t lost.

 

 

* That I’m only the second to graduate from College (after my father) and the first female. I am the ONLY person that ever went on to graduate school– until recently.

 

 

* And that, I am, of course, a direct descendant of Royalty.

 

But one of the most interesting tidbits that I have unearthed was that some of my PEOPLE are buried right here in Louisiana- and they’re Cajuns (Which were Acadians expelled from French Canada by the British because they wouldn’t sign an Oath of Allegiance to the Crown).

They were rounded up in the woods of Nova Scotia and herded onto ships in the Bay of Fundy, crammed hundreds over capacity, to Baltimore, Maryland, in the year 1761, to rot on the docks, until the City procured transport to French territory in the South, and they landed in New Orleans, and made their way upriver to St. Gabriel, and mingled with slaves and Indians and malaria and exotic spices and started all over again.

Like me.

And I found them….

These are my people too.

 

Who are yours? 

All cleaned and dusted off. Hi family!

 

 

St. Gabriel Cemetery
Iberville Parish, LA

 

 

 

St. Gabriel Catholic Church built by the Acadians and recently renovated.



  • Aussa Lorens - How fascinating! I love the person who killed someone with her teeth– and the premature full sized babies.

    Sad for the unvisited psych ward gal though… we have had a lot of people like that as well.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - And this facility has a graveyard with a bunch of unmarked graves (sound familiar) however, this Aunt of mine was buried in the family plot off site- thank God. So sad.ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - I think mine on my father’s side were just a bunch of Southern slave drivers (my middle name – Sherman – was passed down from my father who got it from his father and so on). And My grandmother informs me that I am of South African decent and that James Michener wrote about our family in one of his novels or something (she told me when I was very young so do not remember the name). My great grandfather also founded the very first Church of Christ in Mississppi (again, this from what I learn from my grandmother). I guess I need to brush up on my family history.
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    • Cheryl - All of this sounds so fascinating Cary! You SHOULD do your research! My grandmother always said we were related to Jesse James,, but I’ve been able to debunk that. His mother was the sister of a step-mother. Oh, how family rumors start…..ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - This is a timely post for me, since I’m just back from doing some initial research in Sicily. I came back with a clue to something I’m following up on that could be juicy, but not as juicy as yours!
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    • Cheryl - Genealogy is sooooo fascinating. I’ve yet to visit so many of the places my ‘people’ have actually lived. Wouldn’t THAT be a great trip? Why yes it would- you just proved it!!ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - I’m adopted, from Taiwan, so I don’t know much about my blood relatives. I have quite a few dysfunctional relatives so I’m not too excited to seek out more! But, I can see how fascinating it could be to know some of these things. Too bad you don’t have any people in the Bonaventure cemetery! You’d have an excuse to hang out there…the coolest place in all the world.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Two questions: 1) from Taiwan???? and 2) What’s this Bonaventure Cemetery???? I need to go there.ReplyCancel

      • Kathleen O'Donnell - Yes, I’m half Asian. I was adopted at birth in Taiwan by American, military parents who were stationed in Taiwan.

        Cheryl…the Bonaventure is THE place to hang (if you’re into that sort of thing, which I am) and it’s in your hood! It was made famous by the book Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.ReplyCancel

  • Elaine Ambrose - Fascinating! You could write a separate blog about every relative. Start with the one who ran off with the priest…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I really could. What stories I could tell….ReplyCancel

  • Kim Tackett - Oh my goodness, you have a lifetime of stories there…to learn and to write. Love that you did the research and love the stories (and I agree, 18 babies…yikes).
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    • Cheryl - Holy Shit!!! 18!!! She lost her virginity and then died. Between the two events she had babies. What a life.ReplyCancel

  • Shy'ro Channing - Amazing what a history & your sense of humour kills me lol. I have to admit I have been curious but haven’t really found out that much thus far.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Making fun of myself is cheaper then therapy.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Absolutely fascinating! There’s nothing more exciting and unbelievable than true life!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That’s for sure. And this is only a ‘selection’ from my files. Oh boy….ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - One of my forefathers was a landscape architect for the Dutch royal family. One of my sisters-in-law counts General James Longstreet among the members of her extended family, so somewhere along the line one of his kin ended up a Canadian.
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    • Cheryl - Oh! I forgot! My ggggrandfather was Joseph Gouguen. One of the fathers of Acadia. He negotiated with the American Founders over Acadian support for the ‘Rebels’ in America. Have you ever heard about him?ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - This is fascinating, Cheryl! I love hearing about such finds. I know a lot on my dad’s side but very little (nearly nothing) on my mom’s. She refuses to share… as does her sister… which makes me wonder all the more. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - As it should. I’m REALLY good at this. If you want me to dig- give me a call.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Terribly fascinating, Cheryl and of course your funny spin helps too. But you are so blessed to know your heritage. You should be on that show on PBS about learning your roots. I’d LOVE to be on that show.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Me too! I wish someone would contact me and do all the work, send me to all the right places with pro’s helping, and then wrap it all up in a neat little bow.ReplyCancel

  • Femme-de-Finesse - I’ve walked a similar path. It’s such a roller coaster of emotions as I become proud of those I “meet” then disappointed with the next person. Fun way to explore history, though!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes it is! I can’t imagine (now) not knowing no matter what. And I haven’t unearthed everything. There are still people (situations) living people won’t talk about- which makes me want to know more! Wishing you safe travels on your own exploration!ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - I think that having all those children might have also contributed to all that drinking…and liver failure….and marrying family members :)!!! I love your perspective and how you weave a tale – you crack me up and I love it! ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Ruth! Maybe? I know it would have me! HAHahahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - All my ancestors came from Germany. The maternal line had carpenters, bakers, and my Great-grandfather was a sailor. The last time he came home from the sea, he hung himself because my Great-grandmother put my Grandmother out of the house (you can guess the reason), and my Grandfather (her first cousin) paid her way to America. She wouldn’t have been let into the country with a two-year-old child and no husband, but people were clever then. She wore widows weeds and a golden band with a black mark on it (that denoted the death of a husband). The other side has an interesting story too.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My husband’s side has a similar story. His grandfather is the son of a ‘French Soldier’ and his mother immigrated unmarried with the child, from Sweden, where she was placed on the outskirts of town. Wow.ReplyCancel

  • Angela Weight - You are so funny. Your family sounds a lot like mine without the French cursing.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - There was a lot of cursing- in several languages. Hahaaaaa.ReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - That is so fascinating! My mother has paid a geneologist to do this for her and we were all given a book. My husband’s grandmother spent her whole life doing this research and they go back past the Viking times. He is a direct descendant of King Frosty of Finland! There are some other interesting characters like that. haha ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - King Frosty? Any relation to Kris Kringle? hahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Rosalind Warren - Well of COURSE you’re descended from royalty? Aren’t we all? :)ReplyCancel

  • Linda - A couple of years before she died a great aunt, told us of ancestors known as the Harp Brothers, who have been dubbed Kentucky’s first serial killers. They made their living by killing and taking what they wanted. There is a marker (Harp’s Head) in Kentucky at the site where one had had his head cut off and displayed on a stake. After their deaths surviving family members changed the name to Erp. We do know we have Erp ancestors but have not made an official connection. Their story is available on the internet.
    That same aunt told us that she had never seen her birth certificate so we got a copy for her. It had her name listed as one she had never known. She said her parents were very superstitious and thought they probably believed if they didn’t use her true name that death could not find her.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - WOW!!! I LOVE these stories. I’ve never heard of the Harp Brothers, or using a different name on a certificate to thwart death. Fascinating. I hope you do the research and share it with all of us. I would LOVE to know more!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Rasma Raisters - I was born and raised in New York City. I am an American-Latvian. My parents and all other relatives were born and raised in Latvia. My parents had to leave their homeland during WWII. My dad Eriks Raisters was a popular Latvian poet and writer. ReplyCancel

 

Dear America,

I am Ebola. I’d like to introduce myself.

 

 

I am an ancient virus. I have lived a million life times.

 

I was birthed in the primordial ooze of a forming living planet.

 

I laid in the soil and waited for a root to take me up into a fruit.

 

I laid in the belly of the winged creatures that feasted on the fruit- still not a perfect host, just a resting place.

 

When I was younger, I waited in the excrement of the creature, in caves which gave cover to humans during storms, but this proved inefficient, so I mutated and slept in the blood of the creature itself, confident that it would find another host for me, all the while waiting- waiting for perfection.

 

And I was not disappointed.

 

My vessel, the Chiroptera, the Bat, often found the tender skin of swine a pleasant diversion, and so did I.

 

My perfect host was only one-step away.

 

And it is You.

 

I exist only to replicate. I have no other desire.

 

I am mighty and swift, hoping that in your attempts to attend to your dying, and in the hysteria that will surely be the result of the gruesomeness of my presence in your bodies, you will be careless.

 

And you have been.

 

I LOVE America-aside from hitching a ride on a man who knew he had been exposed, I didn’t wait too long to really get going, and you accommodated… when this human began to have bloody stool, you sent him away with an antibiotic.

 

Hahahaaaa.

 

By the time I was fully vested in his body, he was quarantined, but in a hospital that was simply not prepared for my dedication to my life’s work.

 

In fact, two of the women who ministered to his needs, have become my next generation, and you allowed one of them to get on an airplane.

 

I can not say ‘Thank You’ with enough humility.

 

Please don’t have your health care providers fully trained in infectious disease control, or provide them with proper gear. Your communities don’t really need to dispose of contact material in any more then a paper bag in the local dump- or a garden hose.

 

Please don’t ask people where they have travelled to- always believe them.

 

Please don’t require the people that have cared for my host tell you where they live, or to not get on mass transportation. I thought your allowing Nurse#2 to return from Cleveland even though she was already feeling ME was brilliant. Keep that up.

 

Please continue to disseminate the ‘We’ve got this under control’ attitude. So Wild West. I’m hoping to get out there, actually.

 

Maybe a train?

 

And stop debating the merits of attending to ground ZERO in West Africa. It’s a waste of time.

 

Trust me.

 

 

In closing I would just like to say I appreciate your generous welcoming, and I really enjoyed Dallas.

 

 

Go Cowboys.

 

 

The New Black?



  • Cary Vaughn - Very dark post, but I really liked it.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - What are you doing up at this late time at night? I NEVER post this late! But here you are! SHare Cary. Share.ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Tienvieri - Thank you Cheryl….great post. Love & miss you!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hey Nance!!! Nice to see you here! Thanks. Miss you too! xxooReplyCancel

  • Lisha Fink - Nice personification of a very creepy truth.
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    • Cheryl - Very creepy. Very true. EeeGads we better get a handle on this.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Dear Ebola. Stay the F away from me and mine! I’ve got garlic. And crucifixes.
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  • Elaine Ambrose - I read this last night and again this morning. I’m trying to decide if you’re being satirical or serious. Either way, it works.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - You are a clever chick, Cheryl. Great post, sad but all too true.ReplyCancel

  • Kim Tackett - wow. Still kind of reeling from this. Thanks for writing something so powerful…I wish I had a better response. Just wow.
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    • Cheryl - It’s been amazing watching this unfold hasn’t it?ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - Chilling and so scary…ReplyCancel

  • David Stillwell - I loved this…. it was captivating, accurate, and a smack on the ass…. The satirical accuracy is a rivet to the brain, and the imagery was a flashback to the primordial memory in every cell….. Outstanding!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - WHy THANK YOU oh great one. Coming from you, I’m flattered.ReplyCancel

  • Starr Bryson - Cheryl says what we’re all thinking in a satirical and humorous way. There’s nothing funny about this, but the sarcasm and reality of what she writes is a bit tongue in cheek. Clever. ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Oh, my. So eerily stated. And so unfortunately true. Illuminates the reality in a clever, memorable manner. Scary…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Boy oh boy. And now someones on a cruise ship.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - Chilling tale told as only you can Cheryl.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you Ruth. It was the only way I thought I could tell it and NOT add to the hysterics.ReplyCancel

  • Anne-Marie Kovacs - Never would have thought that the ebola story could be told in prose. All the facts and succinct too! Wow. Well done!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Don’t you think that some of life’s lessons are best told in prose? It, somehow, makes them more accessible. Thanks Anne-Marie.ReplyCancel

  • Helene Cohen Bludman - Eek! This made my skin crawl. I fear that with each day we’ll hear of another Ebola case. It seems almost impossible that we’ll be able to contain this disease.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Contain- Yes. Eradicate- No. So many questions….ReplyCancel

  • Diane - Genius! Satire. Says it all!
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    • Cheryl - Sometimes ‘satire’ is the best way to communicate don’t ya think Diane?ReplyCancel

  • Valerie - I live in Atlanta where we are treating patients and I’m covering the story for the NBC station. Loved your piece! I thnk a travel ban may be coming soon, and just today covered a kick-butt training session for nurses.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Well, it’s about time! I’m so flattered that a real live news person read this post! I’m even more excited that nurses are getting proper training! Keep up the good work I’m sure you do. Thanks ValerieReplyCancel

  • Doreen Mcgettigan - I am glad I am not the only one thinking our ‘LEADERS’ are idiots!ReplyCancel

  • Kimberly Joyce Dalferes - This is the best explanation of Ebola is the U.S. that I have read. There’s now word of Ebola on a cruise ship. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Wow Kimberly I thank you! PleASE SHARE.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Oy. Nothing else to really say on the topic …ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - True in one sense, but California has a bigger, more potential immediate disaster. One young woman who went to her old high school, and then to a reunion has died of Meningitis. That can be passed so much more easily and with her college courses, travel, and visits, they assume hundreds have been exposed.ReplyCancel

  • Jennifer Steck - There’s lots of catch-up work to do, but our medical professionals will get things under control. They will be forced to in order to protect themselves. My prayers go out to the brave health workers on the front lines. There are so many other areas that are of greater risk, but we don’t understand this one so it makes it so frightening.
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    • Cheryl - All so true. My heart and prayers go out to the healthcare workers, as well. God Bless them all and keep them safe.ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Love it and your brilliant skewering of us stupid humans.ReplyCancel

  • Vagina - Ebola… Symptoms include fever, diarrhea, vomiting, bleeding from your orifices and a sudden urge to travel!! -_-
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    • Cheryl - !!!!!! Come on folks- use common sense!ReplyCancel

  • the most - of every moment - A potential epidemic on US soil explained in layman’s terms!ReplyCancel

  • Lillian Connelly - I really think the “wild west” attitude is what is getting us into trouble.
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  • Roshni - Mass hysteria is always appealing to a bug that wishes to become famous! :D
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    • Cheryl - It seems like the hysteria is calming down now that more consistent info is being made available.ReplyCancel

  • Kristi Rieger Campbell - OMG I don’t know what else to say, either. Have to go wash my hands now… ReplyCancel

  • Jana - My gut tells me that Ebola is not going to be the apocalyptic end of us all — but I’m interested in seeing how it all plays out.
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    • Cheryl - I agree. And it’s been a very interesting few weeks seeing how our so called ‘experts’ deal with this. EeeeGads.ReplyCancel

  • piper george - That is really quite creepy!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That illustration is something, don’t ya think? A PLAGUE doctors outfit. OMG!ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Great post Cheryl! I really enjoyed it.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Vashti! Let’s hope we don’t get another letter in our collective mail.ReplyCancel

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