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Cheryl Carvajal
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Teacher, Writer, Mother, First Lady
Teacher, Writer, Mother, First Lady

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Here's the link to my novel, coming out August 9! Stay tuned for more details!
Publication... at Last!
Publication... at Last!
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Publication... at Last!
Good things come to those who wait.  Of course, they don't always come. And bad things come to those who wait, too. Good things come (eventually) to those who work at it . Yup, that saying functions better for me, and it gives me hope that no effort towards...
Publication... at Last!
Publication... at Last!
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Not Writing... RUNNING!
In my long-standing quest to avoid wasting my time writing, I've been working steadily on my house, painting rooms, ripping down wallpaper, sanding, buffing, replacing door knobs, etc. But that wasn't enough for me. I also started back up running. And this ...
Not Writing... RUNNING!
Not Writing... RUNNING!
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Practicing Walking
My parents always told me a story about what I did as a baby. While other babies they knew were pulling themselves up on the furniture, taking a few practice steps in front of them, showing off day by day as they improved their skills and learned to walk, I...
Practicing Walking
Practicing Walking
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Too Long
It's been too long since I've seen some friends--Cherilyn, Susan, Paul, and a host of others… And it's been too long since I've painted anything I'm proud of… I've finally painted something, but it is sort of lopsided. Okay, it sucks. And it's been forever ...
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On Chemotherapy and Being Alone
Richard begins chemotherapy Monday. And he's tense. And that means I'm tense. But as much as I can sympathize with him, and even though I'm driving him to it, sitting with him, and driving him home, he's really alone. I'm not getting chemotherapy. Just him....
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