I used to write almost daily. It was part of who I was.  Looking back, I Suspect it became the best tool I had to cope.  Cope with life, art, politics, things I loved and even things that drove me crazy.  I had several huge life changes, including losing my husband and having to sell my house, neither were planned and I certainly was not prepared for them. I guess I had somewhat of a breakdown or I was just plain overmedicated. My family placed  me in a memory care facility, and that was all about being like everyone else.  Something I have never been good, but after several months, I was deemed worthy to be sent to "regular population". In this assisted living facility, it was the 3rd floor with my own one-bedroom apartment, with a person who makes sure I take all my meds on time.  I tried desperately to participate and fit in but I was really bad at it and I was a miserable failure. It had been more than a year now and after so much effort I have adapted, but not their way...My Way...  They all seem to be ok with it, and I am learning to become one of the community but I am still doing it my way.  I hope to keep up my writing this time and continue some kind of life that includes my art and the old Cheryl.  I will tell you more but I just felt like I needed to give this another try!

"Shame on You" Indigo Girls"

Well it seems like they have changed the way to add music to a post and I got to figure it out.  That will take some and new unused brain cells.  Stay tuned