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About me - Sheroe

I am...
...a wife
...a mother of two
...a grandmother of five
...a child development teacher
...a writer
...a balloon folding, face painting clown
...a caregiver for elderly parents

I want to...
...write stories for children and adults
...paint in acrylics

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Alzheimer's and being powerless to help, a child's perspective: 1 of 15

Tuesday night after dinner, I took my mother to the bathroom. I helped her pull her pants down and get seated on the toilet. After toileting, she could not wipe. "My arms aren't long enough," she said. I cleaned her and pulled up her pants. I guided her to the sink to wash her hands. I turned on the water for her. She put he...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Fear: 4 of 26

Sherri And The Chicken Would She Ever Be The Same? "Mom!" Timmy yelled as he ran through the open doorway. "Looky what Uncle Sylvan gave us!" Mom looked up from washing a sink load of breakfast dishes. Her middle son stood in the doorway between the mud porch and the kitchen. Rivulets of sweat ran down his ruddy face as he p...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Student field trips: 2 of 5

Lost Children, Sex Education And Challenging Behavior The Day We Took 90 Kinders To The Zoo During my credentialing year, I completed two practicums as a student teacher. One of these practicums was with kindergarteners. I had an a.m. and a p.m. class. The other kindergarten classroom did too. All together we had 90 kinders ...
Health & Fitness > Alzheimer's and Dementia Where is the funny side of sad in Alzheimers: 3 of 7

Alzheimer's vs. Deafness The Cross Dresser Conversation "Freddy has my shoes on!" my mother says. She is sitting at the table watching my husband. My husband smiles and says, "These are my shoes." He has just purchased a pair of black Crocs. "No, I think they're mine." My mother argues. I start to laugh. My husband hunts dow...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unexplainable: 9 of 19

When You Died It was three a.m. when you appeared. A vortex eddying madly behind you, Apprehensive, distressed, in disbelief. You held out your arms and called my name three times, Then you swirled with the vortex, deceased. I awoke from my dream knowing you were dead, And wanting to tell my mother you were gone. Afraid of m...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 55 of 102

SALVATION IN 68 The Handling She looked straight ahead, unengaged, disinterested as the belt cut a path to her back and buttocks, with a loud whack. "You are nothing but a cull!" She looked bored, as the beating continued. Her passivity enraged him even more, but it was her only way to fight back. She concentrated on turning...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Danger: 10 of 17

Avian Serial Killer Trouble At The Oregon Caves Son, Boyfriend and I planned to leave San Diego to visit my folks in Roseburg, Oregon. I applied for and received two weeks of vacation. On the day we were scheduled to leave, Boyfriend decided he wanted to build a camper shell on the back of his pickup. He framed it with two b...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Summer: 23 of 36

The Parrot And Sitter I was thirteen years old. I was aware of what was beautiful and what was not. I was not. I was skinny, with a flat chest, voluminous hair that curled in all directions when straight hair was in, and I wore glasses that my parents had picked out. I was not beautiful. I was not one of the "in" kids at sch...
Relationships & Family > Elderly Parents & Care Caring for your elderly parents: 14 of 21

A Rough Start: What Next? Maybe I Shouldn't Tempt The Fates By Asking "GOD DAMN IT! Don't ask me again! That's the FIFTH time you've asked me and I don't want to talk about it anymore!" I hear my father shouting at my mother as I walk carefully down the worn steps leading away from my upstairs bedroom. "Oh no! It's only 7:51...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Birth of a child: 51 of 67

Youngest Son You were born on the death day of my favorite grandmother. I rejoiced in knowing you were something precious given. I delighted in knowing your birth honored something precious taken. You and your great-grandmother were so very inexplicably entwined. My newborn son and my loving ancestor tied by the blood of spr...