Cheryl Duffy
Bio
Wife to a wonderful man.
Daughter of incredible parents.
Sister to outstanding siblings.
Grandmother of biracial children.
Survivor of physical and sexual abuse.
Educated woman with a wide array of professional experience.
Storied traveler.
Stories (13/0)
Parents of a Lifetime
Thankfulness in life in general is a learned skill. The person who can be thankful in the midst of difficulties is a blessed person. In general, I believe we learn thankfulness best when we watch others model it, strive for it, revel in it. My parents embodied thankfulness this year, in many special ways. Through this challenging year they have reminded me again of the need for thankfulness in my life. The thankful thoughts I have for 2020 are all related to my special parents.
By Cheryl Duffy3 years ago in Families
Do Something With It
Neither Democrats nor Republicans have anything to be proud of this political season in the United States of America (that includes myself). We have all become so partisan and so overwhelmed with the need to be right or be the winner. We know this election will come down to decisions by courts, and nothing we say or do from the sidelines will make any difference now that votes are cast. So how come we are wasting all our energy on this?
By Cheryl Duffy3 years ago in The Swamp
My Ignorance
I hear it often and do not know where it comes from, “You don’t know what you don’t know.” For most of my life I have not been humble enough to acknowledge I didn’t have all the answers, or know enough to resolve, solve, or fix something. This leads to a propensity to put forth platitudes or convenient “solutions” for others (thinking that I know best).
By Cheryl Duffy3 years ago in The Swamp
My Racism
My Racism First Recollections: As a young child, we lived in the Northwest. For much of my formative years our family lived in Montana, in a community where I do not remember even knowing anyone of another skin color. Not just black, but any other racial identity that was not Caucasian (though my father was the first Non-Native American to teach courses on the Blackfoot Reservation nearby).
By Cheryl Duffy3 years ago in The Swamp
Meat Sweats?
As a child I grew up in the Northwest and the term Barbeque was a verb. You barbequed a meat it was an action word, not a noun. When I advanced to Junior High (7th grade), our family moved to Tennessee. There was a drastic culture shock in many ways, but one incident involved a food called barbeque. In Tennessee, at that time in 1977, barbeque was a noun.
By Cheryl Duffy3 years ago in Feast