by Sherri Matthews | Dec 7, 2021 | Columns
It happened on a day etched forever in my mind. I had gone back-to-school shopping for my children at J C Penny’s. A small furniture display on the way to the checkout caught my eye. No. It stopped me short in my tracks. Heart racing, I rushed over. I ran my hand...
by Sherri Matthews | Sep 7, 2021 | Columns
Twenty years ago this Friday, I went out for a meal to celebrate my birthday with my family. My eighteen year old had graduated from high school that spring and was looking forward to starting college. My two other children had just started their new school year in...
by Sherri Matthews | May 25, 2021 | Columns
California is hot. Sun-blazing, earth-baking, dry-dusty hot. I came there from England and I didn’t know what hit me. I held my breath from May to November until the rains came. Except they didn’t. ‘When will the hills turn green?’ I naively asked my neighbour...
by Sherri Matthews | Mar 2, 2021 | Columns
In recent discussion with my husband about decorating our kitchen, I asked if we had enough paint for the base boards. Base boards? For the life of me, I couldn’t think what we call them here in England. Skirting boards. Yes, that’s what I meant. This August will mark...
by Sherri Matthews | Sep 1, 2020 | Columns
‘Welcome to my World’, so said my youngest, V, when lockdown struck. Almost six months on, I have a deeper glimpse into V’s world. But this is not a temporary world as for most of us. For V this shall not pass. Not so much. V was diagnosed ten years...
by Sherri Matthews | Jul 7, 2020 | Columns
We hear a lot these days about the courage and sacrifice of our key workers forefront in the fight against Covid-19. It is right and proper to applaud them with hearts of gratitude. And we do. But what of those who work tirelessly, silently, and behind the scenes for...
by Sherri Matthews | May 12, 2020 | Columns
The title for this post should be ‘Drive and Deliver’. ‘Stand and Deliver’ sounds better, I think. It also reminds me of the song by Adam Ant, conjuring up a wonderful image of him in his heyday dressed up like a highwayman, all eye-liner, lip gloss and...
