Suzy Jacobson Cherry
Bio
Writer. Artist. Educator. Interspiritual Priestess. I write poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and thoughts on stuff I love.
Stories (68/0)
Resolution, Evolution, or Revolution?
The vintage New Year postcard above is in the public domain. I downloaded from the Graphics Fairy and edited it using MS Photo. The pigs in the wreath are for good luck. Pigs represent good luck in many traditions. You can read more about that here and here.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry4 months ago in Longevity
Christmas Cozy
We are in the midst of what we tend to call "the holiday season." It's a cozy time for many of us - a time when memories of childhood Christmases filled with love and the warm scent of pine awaken our senses. Storefront displays, bright colored lights, and the sounds of the season, both secular and religious, fill us with nostalgia and a sense of being wrapped in loving, protective arms.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry4 months ago in Longevity
The Crack Where the Light Gets In
Disclaimer: As I refer to quantum physics in the following story, I make no claim to have a strong understanding of the concepts. I simply share my perspective based on my somewhat intuitive interpretation of what I have read about it.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry4 months ago in Longevity
How I Didn’t Know the Rights I Didn’t Have as a Woman Coming of Age in the 70s
Last September I came across an article on Medium by writer Katie Jgln about the idealization of a non-existent pre-second-wave feminist time when women were happy being housewives. This fallacy is being perpetuated by a younger generation of “anti-feminists.”
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry4 months ago in Viva
The Waiting Room
They had already completed their nightly travels and tasks. Now it was simply a matter of waiting for the time to transition. Sandra stood at the back of the room, leaning against a back wall where she could watch the others. A consummate people-watcher, Sandra always found it interesting to imagine who the others were and what they had been doing all night. It was rare for her to encounter someone she knew in the Waiting Room, though she often stumbled upon friends or family members in the execution of her own nightly adventures. Now, though, as she passed her eyes over the room, she felt there was someone she knew somewhere nearby.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry5 months ago in Fiction
Velvet Rose
She sat alone at a table near the dance floor, fingers touching the stem of her wine glass. On the table before her a book sat open, though she hadn’t read any of it since she walked in. Mariel had come to the club tonight to hear a guitarist she knew whose band would be on stage in a couple of hours. She came early knowing that finding a table was difficult once the doors officially opened. Bringing a book was a guarantee of keeping the creepers away. Nobody was interested in a boring woman who read books while drinking in public. It was one of the more useful benefits of being a book lover.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry6 months ago in Fiction
Drawn to the Dark
1972 was the year I began the shift from teeny-bopper to hard rocker. When I look back, I think of it as an almost overnight shift, but of course it wasn’t. The first time I heard an older boy sitting in the back of my school bus play “Stairway to Heaven” on an acoustic guitar when I was in 10th grade, I was a goner. I ran out as soon as I could and picked up Led Zeppelin IV. There would be no more Donny Osmond or David Cassidy for me after that until I reached the age of nostalgia.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry7 months ago in Beat
