Cheryl Wray
Bio
I'm a trained journalist who now dreams of writing fiction.
Stories (25/0)
How I met my reading goals for 2023 (plus: every book I read and my 10 favorite books of the year)
Reading became so much more important to me during the pandemic. I've always been a voracious reader. As a child, I read nonstop (and have the worn-thin copies of Judy Blume and Nancy Drew books to prove it) and I continued my love for reading through high school, college, and adulthood.
By Cheryl Wray9 days ago in BookClub
D.E.A.W.: Drop Everything and Write
This week is recognized as Drop Everything and Read Week. Sponsored by the American Library Association and utilized by many other library and reading programs, the event is celebrated in honor of children's author Beverly Cleary's birthday and brings to mind the "DEAR" tactic used by Ramona's family in Cleary's beloved book Ramona Quimby, Age 8.
By Cheryl Wray10 days ago in Writers
8 Ways to Spread Holiday Joy with your Writing
Are you still stuck trying to decide what to give your favorite people for Christmas? Do you find it hard to locate a present that will be meaningful to the recipient? Or do you want to share cheer and joy in a creative way, but often find yourself roadblocked by the "Scrooge-y" side of the holidays?
By Cheryl Wray4 months ago in Writers
Simple Ways to Be Thankful Everyday
One of my favorite memories from childhood was a trip we took on Thanksgiving to a cousin's home nearby in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. The day dawned cold and crisp, and there was an undeniable excitement in the air; we were changing up our usual Thanksgiving routine and visiting some of my father's favorite relatives.
By Cheryl Wray5 months ago in Motivation
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 Wray2 years 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 Wray2 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - August 2022
When a game's more than a gameTop Story - August 2022
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 Wray2 years ago in Families