Just Me and James Dean by Cheryl Bradshaw
When I was a little girl I used to make up stories at bedtime for my younger sister, Michelle. The most vivid centered on a boy and a girl who [More…]
When I was a little girl I used to make up stories at bedtime for my younger sister, Michelle. The most vivid centered on a boy and a girl who [More…]
Fact: I was born on a bathroom floor. Literally. My arrival into this world was followed seconds later by an unceremonious drop onto the cold tile of St. John’s Hospital [More…]
When I started writing funny women’s fiction fifteen years ago, if anybody had given me a realistic idea of my chances for publication, I’d have chosen a less stressful hobby, [More…]
Rest. It seems like such a simple concept. I’ve spent the last half hour looking up quotes on rest. I’m trying to convince myself that was not a waste of [More…]
Sometimes it’s easy to pinpoint those moments in your life where everything is suddenly changed. When you look across the room and say to yourself, I’m going to marry him. [More…]
It is January. The beginning of a new year. A time of renewed hope and planning. I thought about creating this blog last November. I was in the middle of [More…]
I used to think I had to be perfect. Of course, I fell short of perfection on a regular basis so I frequently felt like a failure. The only way [More…]
After writing forever, I decided to finally go down the independent road in 2008. At that time, it was called self-publishing and the track I decided to take was POD. [More…]
By Cheryl Shireman I’m a Baby Boomer. Which means that I remember bell-bottoms, Happy Days, and having only three channels on the television. I played Donny Osmond albums on a [More…]
I’ve spent a lot of the last two days crying. Just a few days ago, and not far from where I live, a little girl went missing. You might have [More…]