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Norma Sherry is co-founder of TogetherForeverChanging.org, an organization devoted to educating, stimulating, and igniting personal responsibility particularly with regards to our diminishing civil liberties. She is also an award-winning writer,producer and television host.
One Year, Twelve Months...
I read all the doctor's notes when I was in the hospital; "Patient is a widow ten-months. She became teary-eyed when she told me that her husband had died." The tone reads as if, "She's still sad after ten-months." Makes me wonder if my eyes hadn't welled with tears if they wouldn't have written, "Patient shows no emotion when telling me that her husband died ten-months ago."
Monday, August 20, 2012(1 comments)
I Wish I Knew Him When
The officer pulled him over and said, "Son, your car sticks out like a sore thumb." Without missing a beat Philip replied, "So does yours, but you don't hear me complaining."
Friday, August 17, 2012(1 comments)
After the full body cast was on, they took the unsuspecting young man to his bride-to-be's home. They rang the doorbell and hid. The door opened, and with a loud thud, he fell forward straight into the house. The boys heard the women screech and they took off running.
Friday, August 3, 2012(3 comments)
Humans and Other Creatures
He was enjoying his mashed potatoes and making this fascinating sound when he ate them. I now know the sound to be "smacking his mouth". Something as an adult I truly find awful, but as a child it intrigued me. I remember thinking, "they must taste awfully good to make such a sound."
Monday, July 23, 2012(23 comments)
A Hole in My Heart
Perhaps it's not a doctor at all that I should seek for healing? Perhaps it's a lovelorn therapist? Or would it be a Yenta? A Matchmaker like the one Barbra Streisand sings about: "Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match"" If not a love guru, a therapist or a matchmaker, who should I find to heal this hole in my heart?
Saturday, July 14, 2012(3 comments)
He taught me to love me. He taught me to appreciate all of me. He also taught me a very valuable lesson: to treat one's losses as one would treat their accomplishments. I remember after an unsuccessful meeting with some HBO hierarchy I was feeling quite downtrodden when I heard Philip ask me, "where would you like to go for dinner? How does The Palm sound?"
Wednesday, June 27, 2012(5 comments)
Every morning he'd lovingly make me a platter of fruit because he knew how much I loved fruit and he knew I'd eat it. He'd cut the rind off the melons' and create a vision of beauty with a colorful assortment of all my favorites. One morning he added radishes. Not just radishes, but radishes cut as if they were roses. When I asked him, "radishes, Philip?" He quickly responded, "It needed something red!"
Saturday, June 23, 2012(5 comments)
We were having a very difficult time moving his dead weight when Steve said, "Buddy, can you move your left arm at all? Indomitable Philip smiled and nodded yes and in the same moment he reached over his body with his right arm and lifted his left into the air! Steve and I laughed heartily and Philip smiled as brightly as his paralyzed face would let him.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012(3 comments)
And ThenThere Was One
That first Christmas I learned that Philip talked in his sleep. What I didn't know was that I could have carried on a conversation with him -- that he would have answered me! There I lay next to him when I heard him giggle and announce: "I bought you such a gift"!
Monday, June 11, 2012(10 comments)
It's All About Enduring Love
I heard about him first: "a sit-down comedian in search of a standup audience". He made me laugh even before I knew him.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012(22 comments)
Life Goes On?
I'm angry that he left me. I'm angry that months before he passed he told a close friend that he didn't expect that he'd make it to the holidays -- and he didn't. It angers me that he didn't tell me. Instead he kept assuring me that he "wasn't going anywhere anytime soon" and I believed him. After all, he looked so well, so alive.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Class Warfare of The Big C
Here we are in the year 2011 and we still have no "cure" for cancer. I remember, as a child over 50-years ago that cancer was the national scourge and that every possible research dollar was going to go into finding the "Cancer Cure".
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Brother Can You Spare a Dime?
So, here we are on the brink of -- what? Homeless is no longer the poor "shlub" who no one knows. He or she is our neighbor or perhaps soon to be us. The thought, the mere suggestion, is no longer inconceivable. Together we hold our breath; we may even reach our hand out in the hope of a "handout" when in the past the thought would have been too demeaning to even contemplate.
Thursday, October 5, 2006(15 comments)
Is it Time for a Bloodless Revolution?
If you are mad as hell and tired of taking this anymore then we need to band together and in a collective scream oust every sitting elected official. Together and only if we come together in a single voice, can we send our message loud and clear to those in office, and those seeking office, that we are not going to sit idly by and allow our civil liberties, our inalienable rights, and our humanity to be mocked and abused?
Friday, September 22, 2006
An Alternative to Sen. Bill Nelson and Rep. Katherine Harris
Independent, Brian Moore, is somewhat of a Don Quixote, and not unlike the middle-aged gentleman from La Mancha, who was obsessed with chivalrous ideals who takes up his lance and sword to defend the helpless and destroy the wicked, Brian Moore has a rich history of raising his voice and fighting against invincible odds.
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
A Case for Impeachment
Never before has a sitting president deserved it more. Never before has such egregious acts gone ignored and unpunished. It is time we exert our rights as citizens of these United States of America and begin the long road to healing this nation.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006(1 comments)
The inhumanity of man upon man, woman and child is so appalling, so horrible that the words are inexplicably inadequate. The Western world is not innocent. In fact, there are more instances of intrusion, escalation and insertion than this article can include. But, there is one issue that must be stated and that is Depleted Uranium: The dream child of Dick Cheney.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Reaping Profits for the Grim Reaper
Body brokers who are willing to sell off parts and tissue of a diseased deceased caring less of the consequences and more about lining their own pockets. Its become a billon-dollar business. One might rightly state that theyre worth more dead than alive.
The Big "A"
Alzheimers disease is a slow, deliberate eating away of neurons in the brain. It is as if massive portions of the brain have been wiped away. In actuality, that is what happens. Huge chunks of the brain are decimated never to be repaired or returned. Once theyre damaged, once theyre gone, theyre gone forever.
Monday, February 6, 2006(1 comments)
Whose Life is it Anyway?
"We need not resolve the difficult question of when life begins. When those trained in the respective disciplines of medicine, philosophy, and theology are unable to arrive at any consensus, the judiciary, at this point in the development of man's knowledge, is not in a position to speculate as to the answer."
Sunday, January 29, 2006
A Child's Delimma
Are we irresponsible children if we do not opt to care for our aging parents ourselves? Does it make us a bad person? Is the child who places their parent or parents in a facility, albeit an excellent one thought to be a selfish, unappreciative child?