Sometimes the golden nuggets of wealth are made of tin foil.
Author: Cherrie Herrin-Michehl, MA, LMHC
Humility 101
Across the room from me, I noticed a woman trying to knit as her hands shook violently. A silky scarf dangled from the knitting needles in hazy purple hues. At one point during the meeting, the attendees passed a piece of paper around the room for us to sign in. She struggled to hold the…
Merry Stressmas????
Unless you’re a Christmas Queen, you’re wondering how you’ll “make Christmas happen.” Why isn’t there an app for that? Many women feel pressure to shop ’til ya drop, bake ’til ya shake and do a hundred other tasks related to Christmas. Forget the sugar plum fairy. “How will I make Christmas happen?” dances through your…
Date Rape Journey (Part 6): Remodeling of the Heart~
This is my story on date rape( Part 6)
Date Rape Journey (Part 5): Forgiving the Robber of My Soul~
My continued journey of rape.
Freedom Isn’t Free ~
Gratitude engulfs my soul for all those who fought and served so you and I could be free. If they hadn’t served, we would suffer in silence. We would not be able to speak our minds, have as many children as we want, and we could be locked up for looking at someone “wrong.” We…
Date Rape Journey, Part 4: I Am More than Skin Deep
The continuing story of when I was raped.
Date Rape Experience, Part: 3 No Longer a Slave to Fear
(Song: No Longer Slaves to Fear https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=f8TkUMJtK5k ) The song, “No Longer Slaves to Fear,” deeply resonates within my spirit. Somehow I feel as though I’ve heard it again for the first time during the time I began this wild, free-flowing writing endeavor. Since I’ve started sharing my story of date rape, many women have…
Date Rape Odyssey, part 2
Years ago, as I mentioned in part 1, I felt my body betrayed me. I have a curvy, athletic yet petite frame. In many ways, I had a body women frequently wished they had. But as I said in my first post, be careful what you wish for. My figure often attracted attention I didn’t…
Swimming in the Sea of What-Ifs
You swim against the current, grasping for air as you turn your head to scan the horizon. Dizzy and out of breath, you feel the ebb and flow of the water spraying against your limbs. You’ve summersaulted your way into oblivion many times before, spiraling against the current, knowing not when the tides of life…
Raw. Real. Reflections. 