Cheryl Wray
Bio
I'm a trained journalist who now dreams of writing fiction.
Stories (19/0)
Remembering Raymond
September is Suicide Awareness Month, and today is the birthday of a dear one who lost his life to suicide. Below is my remembrance of him, written on the second birthday after his death; it's now been eight years since he left us and it's still unimaginable.
By Cheryl Wray6 months ago in Psyche
On loss, fear, teeth, and flowers
Three months after Raymond died, I dreamt for the first time of my teeth falling out. I cupped my hands together, and stared at the pile of silver-capped teeth. They had fallen en masse from my mouth and, as is often the case in dreams, that somehow seemed normal.
By Cheryl Wray8 months ago in Humans
When a game's more than a game
My daughter recently turned 18 and is on the eve of her 10-year-anniversary of being diagnosed with Type-1 diabetes. She was just 8-years-old when her (and our family's world) was turned upside down, and it's hard to believe that she's lived now with the disease longer than she hasn't.
By Cheryl Wray8 months ago in Families
Take a "Stranger Things" road trip with me
When the first season of "Stranger Things" premiered on Netflix in 2016, it was a surprising and immediate success. The sci-fi and fantasy series centered around a group of preteens in 1980s Indiana as they search for their missing friend (and the ensuing reveals of a government project gone wrong, a telekenetic girl, and an alternate world in the "Upside Down") created a new, enthusiastic fandom.
By Cheryl Wray8 months ago in Geeks
The Ice Cream Man Cometh
My childhood memories are tinged in shades of black and white. Although various relatives and friends used their Kodak and Polaroid cameras to capture in vivid color many of the moments from the late 1970s and early 1980s, when my father got behind the lens they were recorded in black and white or sepia tones.
By Cheryl Wray9 months ago in Humans
Dirt, Debutantes, and Feminine Expectations
I still vividly remember the conversation I eavesdropped on a few years ago from the stands of a youth softball field. It had to be the most “This is so Southern” and also “Am I in the Twilight Zone?” conversation ever.
By Cheryl Wrayabout a year ago in Viva
