Suzy Jacobson Cherry
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Writer. Artist. Educator. Interspiritual Priestess. I write poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and thoughts on stuff I love.
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Sanctuary
When darkness fell, the young woman sensed a change on the breeze and a scent of floral fragrance wafted from somewhere beyond the trees. She had walked further today than she had ever done, and her feet throbbed. She wanted to rest but knew she could not yet stop. She had to be obscured by shadow before she dared to allow herself a moment of calm. She heard a thousand footsteps pound from where she had been before. The thunder of those from whom she fled beat upon the ground. Drums of fate, the beat of a dozen accusers echoed through the valley, her heart reflected the hurt that could only be caused by those she loved. A dozen accusers, but the word of only one was the torture that rent her heart, that tore her apart her soul. Should a thousand years pass before she heard that sound once more, she would not forget…could not forget…the descent of hope when her lover had declared her culpable.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherryabout a year ago in Fiction
What Are These Generational Labels All About, Anyway?
We’ve all heard it, we’ve discussed it, and mostly, we’ve bought into it. Each generation born in the United States since the turn of the twentieth century has had an identifying nickname. Most of the generational titles have beginning and end dates, though those dates sometimes fluctuate depending on the resource.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in FYI
Hidden Blobs of Fat
Trigger Warning: you might find this discussion gross. I’ve written about my weight loss and fitness journey before. It’s been a long journey with a LOT of bumps in the road. I had almost made my goal weight last year, but then something happened and I lost ground.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Longevity
Speaking Up About Microaggression
I may have accidentally been mean to a coworker the other day. I didn't mean to be mean, honestly. It's just that for some reason, all the years I was afraid to speak out when I saw or heard someone tell an insensitive joke or casually make a racist, sexist, homophobic, or agist statement have slipped away.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in History
Lingering Dread
The first time I had the dream, I was truly exhausted. I remember that it had taken me quite a bit of effort for me to finish the dishes and wipe down the sink and counters. I don’t like to go to bed with tasks unfinished. It makes me feel anxious. Otherwise, I would have dropped the sponge into the water and crawled into the bed without even changing into my nightgown. I was that tired. Instead, I had pushed through my tasks even though I was dead on my feet, as the saying goes.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Fiction
Remember Them All
Last Memorial Day, I posted a story called Don’t Thank a Veteran on Memorial Day. I originally posted it to Medium, then cross-posted here, because I wanted my non-Medium member readers to have a chance to check it out. On both Medium and Vocal, Don't Thank a Veteran enjoyed a modest readership. However, I also posted the story to Newsbreak, where it became my most-read story so far. In fact, it became rather controversial. I didn’t mean for it to become contentious. Maybe it was the title.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in History
Resolution, Evolution, or Revolution?
The vintage New Year postcard above is in the public domain. I downloaded from the Graphics Fairy and edited it using MS Photo. The pigs in the wreath are for good luck. Pigs represent good luck in many traditions. You can read more about that here and here.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Longevity
Christmas Cozy
We are in the midst of what we tend to call "the holiday season." It's a cozy time for many of us - a time when memories of childhood Christmases filled with love and the warm scent of pine awaken our senses. Storefront displays, bright colored lights, and the sounds of the season, both secular and religious, fill us with nostalgia and a sense of being wrapped in loving, protective arms.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Longevity
