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Sherry Lives in Tacoma with her husband, cat, and writing muse which is now at full throttle.

She enjoys reading, writing, listening to music, gardening, decorating, and long-term friendships.

Born in San Francisco, California during World War II, she was raised

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ego: 5 of 34
The ego is a most fragile thing Whether it's owned by pauper or king Without it, we do nothing, going nowhere, You stomped on my ego, you didn't care My ego fought back, it knew it was right It knew it could win, by will or by might You came back and groveled, and lay at my feet Then my ego cried joyfully; revenge, oh how sw... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Laughter: 4 of 16
I Am Haunting Laughter I laughed that famous, demonic laugh that scares people till their toes tingle, their eyes water, their hair stands on end, and they run screaming from the room. Yeah, I can laugh like that all day long. Hee hee, you see, I am the laugh that haunts your nights, the laugh that makes you want to cry so h... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Marriage: 11 of 39
I thought the man was supposed to protect the woman, be the breadwinner, go out and slay the dragon. Why did I always have to go to work? We paid Uncle Sam through the nose for the privilege of me working. Even with twins and child-care credits, we had to borrow every year to pay our taxes. Now, he's not even here to talk to... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Offshore life: 1 of 1
Living Offshore The offshore life is the way to go. You live underwater, strangling on your vomit, if you were supposed to live on land, you would be a fish. Your two legs are wobbly and you know you shouldn't have fallen in love with that mermaid. She only played you. Shark told you there was a merman in her life. She tried... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 300 of 568
Strange New Love For 45 years I prayed and searched for youhoping You existed. What a fabulous 59th birthday presentto Make contact with Uncle Jack and learn of youa brother Only 30 miles awaysomeone who shared the same father As me. Then, to be openly welcomed by you and our Sisters, even though one succumbed to illness and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 423 of 693
Thoughts About Death I thought I drove him to drink. I knew that I did The empty pill bottles were in plain sight, not hid I took them all, I wanted to die that long ago night But I woke in the hospital, God said "This ain't right You can't die, you've got these two boys yet to raise And I shall comfort you the rest of your ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation: 158 of 229
Separate Lives He's not here any more. Bill collectors or others call for Mr. R. J. He doesn't live here. He's in a Nursing home. This is his wife, may I help you? They hang up. Wife goes back to her chores. Taking out the trash, cause hubby's not here Washing the dishes, cause he's not here Feed and water cat, cause he's no... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Sin: 11 of 14
No one will ever know. I will skip church today and say I had to work. Then, tomorrow, I'll call in sick at work. No one called to ask me why I missed church. My boss did call and I managed to answer with a raspy, gravely throat: "I seem to have, um, caught something-my roommate has strep throat, maybe I caught it from him."... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Work: 163 of 202
Work is a place to go for fun. You go there to play poker with your buddies or pinochle. You certainly don't go there to: write advertising copy, process medical bills for the dentist you work for, transcribe 30 hours of taped legal briefs, or phone people to remind them their library books are overdue. Working on the job is... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Writing: 19 of 23
Life is what gets in the way when you want to be a writer. Experts say a writer has to write at least an hour a day if they ever hope to get published. I say that is baloney. I write haphazardly, whenever I get the urge. The rest of the time I spend reading. I gobbled up romance novels like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't ... More..