Sherry Lowell-Lewis
Bio
Actor, writer, voice-over artist, teacher, author, mother and Grammy of 4. I've done a lot. I grew up in Bolivia, Laos and Taiwan. Married 25 years, widowed. Please read my stuff and leave a comment! Thanks.
Stories (18/0)
Walking on Tip Toes
At church. At school. In sports. At home. Dad made his presence known everywhere, in somewhat big ways. Because of his job, he took me around the world, where we lived. I mean, we lived there, not just a quick look-see and off again. I was immersed in Latin American culture for six years.
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis4 months ago in Men
Ducking on the Mekong
For some reason, I was mesmerized by the painting hanging in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, Taiwan. The information card said it was titled, "A Tall Pine and Daoist Immortal," painted by Chen Hongshou in 1635. It is simple yet detailed. The "Daoist Immortal" stands near the bottom, at the foot of the "Tall Pine." He seems pleased.
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis4 months ago in Art
Ducking in Laos
For some reason, I was mesmerized by the painting hanging in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, Taiwan. The information card said it was titled, "A Tall Pine and Daoist Immortal," painted by Chen Hongshou in 1635. It is simple yet detailed. The "Daoist Immortal" stands near the bottom, at the foot of the "Tall Pine." He seems pleased.
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis4 months ago in Art
Lord, I Wish That it Would Rain!
So it had come to this. When we first said it, I was sure it was a joke. We laughed about it as we set the specifics in place. It was just a game of horseshoes and we were bored. How do you make a game where you throw metal around, interesting? Throw the things at each other? No, that would not be interesting, that would just hurt. We were good aims.
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis4 months ago in Fiction
Well Enough Alone
Well. Well, well. I never would have dreamed, not in a million— Not from the moment you first kissed me. Not too dry, but not too wet. Perfect. Your head tilted as you put your arms around me, and your mouth came down on mine and—I was gone. I actually swooned, like they describe in the bodice rippers, you know?
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis5 months ago in Pride
It Was the Wig that Did It
It was the wig that did it, apparently. Let me go back a bit. My junior year in college I was working on a double major and I was a little behind in one of them. Psychology was a bigger challenge because I didn't always see the reason for memorizing the names and dates of the Greats. I wanted more connection to what they discovered rather than a bunch of theories. I was (somewhat) committed to giving it more time.
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis5 months ago in Marriage
Just Another Flight
Just Another Flight By Sherry Lowell-Lewis Once I stepped onto another Boeing 747, I was excited. Although I was tired, I never really minded boarding, as long as I could get a window seat, midship. Right behind the wing was supposed to be the safest. On the wing seats offered no view, so I usually went back a couple of rows. I still felt safe and I loved the window seat! I loved watching all the stuff outside. I also felt safe because Mom and Dad were with me. They went to the back where they could smoke—did I mention this was a few years ago, when that sort of thing was still done? Yeah, I was 16 and a seasoned traveler.
By Sherry Lowell-Lewis6 months ago in Journal
