Sherry McGuinn
Bio
I'm a long-time, Chicago area writer and big-time dreamer. I'm also an award-winning screenwriter, cat Mama and red lip aficionado.
Stories (45/0)
The Solution to Pervasive Hate is More Sex
God almighty, people suck. But not you guys. Someone bash me over the head with a blunt object. I just spent twenty minutes on LinkedIn reading comments from racist, ignorant individuals, most of them hiding behind their MBAs. Why? Because someone had the temerity to post the official White House photo of Vice President Kamala Harris. That’s why.
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in The Swamp
How to Survive a Cancer Diagnosis
“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” Desmond Tutu Nearly six years ago, I saw a lump in my chest while undressing in front of my bedroom mirror. You might wonder how one actually sees a lump, as opposed to finding it manually.
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in Longevity
Our Little Foxes
Note: For those of you who watch Turner Classic Movies, this story has nothing to do with the 1941 Southern potboiler starring Bette Davis called Little Foxes. I highly recommend this awesome flick, especially if you’re into watching greedy family members tear each other apart.
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in Humans
A Pain in the Glass?
Snails — they’re not just for L’Escargot, anymore! I love to read about new trends in beauty. Especially since one of my goals is to age in reverse. Sounds crazy, I know, but think of the possibilities! My own YouTube channel. Podcast. Talk show. And maybe, just maybe, my MIA manager will sell my best screenplay, the one covered with a year’s layer of dust.
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in Blush
This Time, Four Days In
Vertigo. Stomach upset. Lightheadedness. And a feeling that I’m stuck in a “damned if I do, damned if I don’t” mode. I haven't “enjoyed” my usual nightly schooners of wine in four days. I decided that I want to take a break. Note, I didn’t say “quit,” as I only set myself up for failure when I make such pronouncements. I’m hoping some of you understand this.
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in Psyche
Dying to be Heard
I am tired. So very, very tired. Tired of the sameness of my days and nights. Tired of nothing going my way. Ever. Tired of never being touched, or heard, or really seen. Tired of dreaming of the impossible. Tired of the dreary monotony that is my life. Most of all, I’m tired of the pain. So why should I get up today? Or, ever?
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in Psyche
Call Me a "Senior"
Oh, the conundrum that is “age.” Growing up, I adhered to the notion that “age is just a number.” All my life, my circle of friends has spanned all ages. I am a gregarious sort who finds it easy to connect with people, as they, in turn, seem to do with me. Maybe because I refuse to assume that a person is “this way, or that way,” because of the year they were born. I’ve always thought that way of thinking is utter bullshit.
By Sherry McGuinn3 years ago in Longevity