ON “TAKING A BREAK”

And I feel like I’ve been sucked inside out

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Image by Jonathan Cohen, Flickr.Com

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.

For once, I was truthful with myself and had to face the unfortunate reality that sucking down enormous quantities of an alcoholic beverage, even one made from grapes…would ultimately be injurious to my…


Looking to unify a nation

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Jimmy Stewart in “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,” Free-Images.Com

Note: This story was written by my husband, Jack McGuinn, who is not a regular writer, here. As a screenwriter, I believe it is a timely and uplifting message and wanted to feature it on my home page.

Hello from the Heartland. I am writing to share an idea with you. While it’s probably hopelessly naïve, I firmly believe it has merit.

It doesn’t require a political scientist or man or woman of the cloth to understand that our country has become seemingly hopelessly divided at this time. Whether it be in a blue or…


Whole lotta bangin’ goin’ on.

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Not that kind of bangin,’ guys. Damn! Can you please stop thinking about sex? 😉

I’m talking about the sounds that carpenters make when they’re tearing the shit out of your home. As in our home. We’re replacing our kitchen and family room floors and we’re in for three days of FUN!!

No walking around in my undies, aka, my workout attire. No grabbing a snack out of the fridge whenever the mood strikes. No freedom.

I’m stuck in the basement. My husband’s stuck in our home office. And our cats are stuck in the…


And yes, that is a double entendre

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Image by Evan Hargus, Flickr.Com

20% cooler and 80% dumber

I’ve always been a late bloomer, hence the fact that it’s taken over two years for me to realize that I’ll never be a “player” here, or on News Break, or any similar platform. There’s no rhyme nor reason for it, and I can only conclude that the editors, on Medium, at least are not a fan.

I can’t help but wonder why. My five bucks are in the till every month. I’m sufficiently thankful and obsequious when the situation calls for it. …


SEX STUFF FROM A BROAD IN HER 60s

There is nothing physically beautiful about a vagina

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I’m a woman. With a vagina. And I can say, without a shred of doubt, that there is precious little that is outwardly appealing about the gash betwixt my legs. It has nothing to do with my age, body shape, political sensibilities, or genetic extraction.

I can keep my vagina fresh and clean, trimmed and neat, but it will never be a thing of beauty. Certainly, many of you will disagree, but tell me, would you rather gaze upon a kitten, or a vagina?

Yes, it is a miracle of architecture in that, when treated “right,” the vagina can be…


SEX STUFF FROM A BROAD IN HER 60s

A guide for anyone who gives a damn

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Now, in spite of my story title, we all know that fellatio has nothing to do with “blowing,” right? If you don’t, then you need to get a grip, literally and figuratively.

So why the hell do we call it a “blow job?” According to Grammarphobia, the earlier reference appeared in a 1961 poem by Anthony Hecht that was published in the Hudson Review.

“I have been in this bar / For close to seven days. / The dark girl over there, / For a modest dollar, lays. …


LinkedIn: Probably the biggest online waste of space, ever.

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Image of LinkedIn hypocrite from Free-Images.Com

And that’s saying a lot.

I never used to bother with LinkedIn. All the back-slapping, glad-handing, and corporate bullshitting were never to my taste.

A phony vibe permeates that platform. And, even when I was employed, I never used LI to make “connections.”

That said, since 2018, when I began writing on Medium, I use the site to promote my stories. Especially those pieces that make people uncomfortable. What do I get in return? Crickets, normally. …


Thank you, Syd. It certainly isn't easy to contemplate. Just love them while you can.


Cats are mystics, I believe.

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Image by Francesco, Pexels

The way they hold our gaze…look deep into our soul. The way they just know when we’re feeling low and bestow comfort with a velvety pat on our cheek.

Over thirty years of living with cats has taught me that they are complex creatures with stories to reveal, if only we pay attention. Listen, and watch.

They see things beyond our scope. You know what I mean if you share your life with a cat, or better still, cats, and catch them staring at an empty corner in a room where other cats once slinked…

Sherry McGuinn

Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com

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