Friend of Bill W.

[LeftWriteFemme]

Queeragui,

Congrats for getting through week 4, it's my hardest week in that book......everytime I do it I dread that week and am always relieved to start week 5. I do have to admit that week 4 is always the most creative week for me, I even got the inspiration for a whole series of books from reading deprivation I'm writing the second one now. It works, it's just not easy.
I'm so glad you are doing well, good luck,

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 25

THE ORDER


I can’t expect delivery if I haven’t placed the order. I never seem to know what I want until after I have accepted something else. I can remember thinking order meant procedure not procurement---set the table, not end my hunger. I focused on rational intent and turned my face from desire. Assailing outcomes leads to disappointments. Asking for a hole to be filled may cause dumping not management or conservation. It’s good to have a plan before signing the requisition. Please help me know who I am, so I will know what I want, so I can make a request and stop accepting orders of attack. Don’t let me order the end while I am still at the beginning.


Self-respect is the gift you bring to everyone.

Sherrie

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

Not as miserable if I believe that? Do I believe that? You betcha!!! Congrats on stuffing yourself on chocolate instead of the beer. Good work and great job on the three months.

David

I have a little more than three months sobriety and I'm miserable as fuck! Well, not as miserable as I used to be, if you could believe that. I've been dissed by two college educated, cultured women in cyberspace!! *roll eyes* Worldly clamors, I know.

Right now I'm stuffing my face with chocolate. Better than beer...

[queeragui]

Thanks.

Today I'm not stuffing my face!!

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

I've a tremendous amount of gratitude for all those who have helped me stay sober.

I've a lot of gratitude for a higher power who stuck by me when I thought I knew better.

I've a lot of gratitude for friends who still love me and new friends I've made who think I am pretty nifty.

I'm very grateful for being sober to have the ability to make better decisions about my love life - my financial life and my social circle and friends.

I've a lot of gratitude about having self-respect and not some false bravado to try and keep appearances.

I've a lot of gratitude for those who chuckled, nodded their heads and made me feel welcome in this world of sobriety when I thought I was so unique and terminally fat-headed - (okay, that part is still there...ooppsss)

I'm grateful for the promises that have come true - they REALLY have - and I am grateful that Dr. Bob, Bill W - their spouses, the fellowship of those who helped put this program of recovery together in the beginning had the foresight to only have one requirement for AA and that was the desire to quit drinking.

I'm grateful that old resentments are gone and that people, places and things that used to bother me are part of my past and not my present.

The past 16 months and few days have been the best days of my life - I'll be 50 towards the end of next month and I used to think my life was over. I am so very grateful that though my body is getting older, my mind and spirit is young because I've been given the opportunity to start over and enjoy the gift of sobriety.

I'm never going to say never - but, I will say that today, I don't want a drink.

David

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 26

THE ORPHANAGE OF MY HEART


The orphanage of my heart holds many children, children of my past. They gaze at me, fixed in an attempt to draw me near their needs. I scurry, often my head down, eyes averted, not knowing how to offer comfort or consideration to these hapless souls. Fearing the largesse of the poverty, I decline to open my small purse. What could I tender other than a tease? Nearly barren in my heart-broken, disconsolate, inconsolable state, I rarely even obligate myself to extending my hand. This is the pit of my idiocy. These wee ones have the world of hope and strength to give. I am their offertory. I am the place where their gold resides. They live inside me to fill me and bind me to life and light. I flee them in the height of misunderstanding. Disconnected from these inner spirits, I am impoverished and far too weak to grasp their help. Too fogged to see the world within, I starve in the world without.


Incubate an idea.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

David,

I am grateful that you are here and I think you are pretty niffty!

Glad you are here inhancing my sobriety........selfish, I know!

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 27

CALIBRATE COINCIDENCE




Do good. Do right. Line up with the next correct movement. Get the universe locked into the sprockets of my desires and make the miracles flow in my direction. Ah, the boy scout merit badge of sobriety. I force spiritual alchemy through the pasta maker of my small life expecting gold. And where is God? Where is the realness of reality? Where is my place in this hairy mess? Well, who knows? Am I the wizard? The Chemist? The mechanic of the galaxy? Though I wish and hope, in truth, I am not the one who calibrates coincidence. I am the receiver of.


Date your recovery.

Sherrie

[pilgrimpoet]

Though I wish and hope, in truth, I am not the one who calibrates coincidence. I am the receiver of.

This is making me smile and feel so comfortable. I hope everyone has a learning growing sort of day.
Hugs and
Cathy

[LeftWriteFemme]

Thank you so much Cathy!!!! I am relieved I'm not incharge, too.

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 28

FEELINGS

Getting my feelings back was like a package delivered---not a letter bomb, more like live squid or bait of some kind. It was something to catch me out there. I think overcoming the shock was more or less the small part, though it seemed to loom at the time. The squirming, the writhing of my soul was like a pregnancy following a bad dream. I wondered how this became a part of me. I squandered my days hoping it would leave quietly some night soon. Like all difficult relationships, I attempted to hold my breath through it. Failing this, I tried to offer my feelings a guest wing in my heart and a never-ending supply of tea and cookies. When the reality of life with feelings planted itself firmly in me, I let out my breath, stopped the hostess act and endeavored to roll with it. This worked well. I have since invested in a wet- suit and fins. The squid are much easier to live with when I meet them on their turf.


Sponge off what life flings at you.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 29

FUTURE TENTS



The future seeps in through the windows, like the dawn stealing across the sky. Once I inhale it, I am out of doors, only the lightest of canvas covering me. The opening flaps in the breeze. The wind of unbidden things echoes off the walls of people shut out from this adventure. I brace myself for the cutting current but am greeted by the softest of zephyrs. I duck out. I stand unfettered. Lonely whispers call but I am isolated. The scene is empty, serene and beautiful. There are other tents, other seekers standing on other hills but they see their own futures from the vantage of their own tents and thankfully I am left to see mine.


Tape a coin to the place you sleep.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 30

CRAZY



I try on crazy, the way I sometimes get out the jump rope, and see if all those muscles still work. The unemployed, unexploited, fallow nature of my once fertile insanity saddens me in an odd way. Today is a place I stand in stiff comfort, though it has taken concerted effort to get here. There are days I slip from reality, the way I can slip off a chair. I no longer allow myself to lounge on the floor. Pride is not so much the issue as hygiene. Crazy is bad for my health. I gave it up like cigarettes or romance novels; I don’t have enough time or insurance for these dalliances, though I do remember them all with fondness.


Allow yourself a favorite spoon.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

March 31

BLUE CROWS


Blue crows streak across my dreaming mind’s sky; they take up their post in a line of trees. I stand at the edge of a burning field. I feel nauseous at the thought of glorifying an ‘active’ life. Everything is burned, scarred and crumpled; the flashy crows call from the hedgerow. I know it’s time to fly. The fire is out and I have work to do to keep the sparks and dormant embers from ruining another harvest. I must travel with these strange birds and live an odd but regimented life. I needn’t scorch my feet on this ground again but, like my companions, must spend some time in survey. If I do not fully assess this damage, I might not fully embrace this dawn.


Bury your dead issues.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 1

RAIN




The rain makes shadows of water. It spills onto the ground like tiny worlds. What had been airborne and mist is now earthbound and integral, feeding, cutting, learning the world. Once I contemplated theories and mystery. Now, washing dishes is a spiritual service. The view was lovely when I was above it all but now I course through the veins of life. There may come a time when I am untouchable again but by then I will have been a part of it all. I will carry the world with me always, an orbiting servant not just above but through.


Engrave compliments in your mind.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 2

PADUANS




The pussy willows bloom looking much like crested poultry. The coldest part of my heart is fighting to thaw in this early spring. Weather is not of the mind to be rushed. Neither my hopes nor the changing calendar can persuade the warmth into the May mornings. It’s May for me, too, no longer the early sobriety of January. The years have marched on; I wait for the delivery of my returning brains. Long term sobriety has begun but I am still beset with the chill of fragility. I desire dignity and find myself strutting like a fowl with blooming plumage, addled and gawky.
“Don’t worry,” says my sponsor, “the pussy willow is in no way less for showing itself in the rawness of growth.”


Listen to the sounds of your life.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 3

ACCEPTANCE, ACTION, CHANGE


Acceptance equals action. Without action, acceptance is a death sentence. Action puts me in the hands of my Higher Power; inaction puts me at the mercy of others, or worse, self-justification. For acceptance to glow with life, it must be moving.
Action equals change. Action without change is repetition. The moon does not change. It orbits flat on its face, forever dark on one side and a mere reflection on the other. Change sparks possibilities in mundane endeavor.
Change equals acceptance. Change without acceptance is a walk off a cliff. For change to endure, agreement is necessary. A one-sided argument is fascism and fraudulence. The heart of change is acceptance, beating the blood of hope to the extremities. Whether we circle the heavens or the bowl depends on the cohesion of acceptance, action and change.


Listen to new music, sing old music.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 4

THE SCULPTOR



I'm stuck in a block; my sponsor chips away at me. I struggle to hold still. With surgical precision, she cuts through the debris with which I have surrounded myself. After my sponsor frees my hand and arm, she places a hammer in my open fingers. When the other arm and hand are rescued, she places a chisel in that hand. This is how, before my head showed above the surface, I began to help in my own restoration. I am the sculptor the program has made me. Recovery has taught me I can be anything if I keep chipping away at the things that hold me hostage. As time travels on, I am a new shape with each turn through the steps and have an ever-lustrous finish with every application of the traditions.


Everything has its own intelligence and you do, too


Sherrie

[sirena951]

April 6, 7, and 8, 2007 The Spring Gathering “From Isolation to Connection” living clean XVI at the Sheraton Gateway Hotel LAX
6101 Century Blvd. Los Angeles, CA. 90045.
Come join us in this celebration of recovery hosted by the Gay, Lesbian and Other Members of Narcotics Anonymous.


http://todayna.org/activities/html/gathering.html

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 5

STOP TALKING


“Try to stop talking when people stop listening,” said my sponsor. “And try not to take it personally.”
“Why is that?” I query.
“Most individuals can’t handle much of anything real. Try as they may, they are unable to listen to anyone speaking the truth. Tell them a story; you can hold their attention all day. Sprinkle bits of honesty into the tale and you still will keep your audience. But strafe them with bullets of the truth and they will run for cover.”
“I’ve seen it happen. I never knew what made them scurry, but I have seen them sprint away.”
“It’s a coping mechanism. If you try to turn their heart too quickly, they’re afraid it will stop beating.”
“Why is it you never worry about that with me? You tell me the facts whether I want to hear it or not.”
“I can tell you because you take step 3.”


Color a page using only three crayons.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 6

MORE



Sometimes people get more than they can handle. The evidence of this is their insanity or death. God is not the actuary of heaven, managing tragedy the way my loan officer manages my debt load. The victim blamers run to the ‘lack of faith’ accusation. I have to keep my hands tightly on the wheel of life or risk strangling the parrots who chirp outlandish claims but try to make it sound like help. I have to live with what I experience as real and be sober today. I will have to leave the measure of ‘more’ to time out of mind.


Lift your feet and let the chaos pass underneath.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 7

ARABIAN DAYS




There are days I feel like Scheherazade and could spin a thousand tales. Other days I feel my brain grab for its satchel and exit my ear. I find it hard to be a hospitable host to all of me, but when I stretch or strain my elbow or knee I think, “oh well, they go out, they go out,” but if my brain runs off and leaves me I am in a serious mess. I try to be a lover of my mind for when I don’t I grow small in my heart. I scent the mental bath water and light the little lights; I sing sweet songs. I wait for response. I smile broadly to hear the quick report of Rimsky-Korsakov.


Don’t transpose your feelings.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 8

CONSERVATION OF LOVE





Love does not diminish. It recycles like the rain, ever in transition and transmission. Love is not salvationary or redemptive. Nor do I believe it to be the currency of Godliness. Love is an element like cobalt or gold, it has weight and substance. Love is the coinage of responsibility not a door out of consequences. Love, true love, inspires right action, never cowardice or disrespect. In this strange amelioration, standing in the wings of realism, love is love no longer. Love is the standard I have to bear, not the canopy I stand beneath. In the frozen center, love cannot endure the pressure of misinformation, and melts with friction, floods with irresponsibility. Love, like money, admiration and sex, has its place and must not have expectation of being more than it is. With that said, Love is peerless, to be treasured, protected and shared.


Run away with your heart but bring your mind.


Sherrie

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

Aw thank you Sherrie - - you know, now that I have a few 24 hours in the room I now understand why being selfish can be a good thing in sobriety. When others or myself do things that are 'selfish' to keep us sober it is not just for ourselves. Being selfish keeps us sober so that we can share with another suffering alcoholic who might hear what we are saying and it might keep them sober that day.

David

David,

I am grateful that you are here and I think you are pretty niffty!

Glad you are here inhancing my sobriety........selfish, I know!

Sherrie

[mrMsf2005]

wow thats a pretty amazing thing to have learned huh, david? in being selfish we are able to maintain being self less .... i gotta spread some points b4 reppin' you again david but i just wanted to say that you are truly a gift and thank you for being a part of my sobriety as well, even just by FRIEND OF BILL W. thread here, i feel an affinity with you in my sobriety. so thank you david for being such a great human being; my counselor told me once,"i'm glad you surrendered and stopped killing yourself, now you can be of service to others" pretty f'n real ay? true and yeh im glad too. mrM

[RyanCGY]

Hey all

I just wanted to quickly touch base. Ive graduated from my treatment program and im in thier transition unit while I wait for my new apartment (In a building specifically for recovery) opens up. ill have 4 mos clean/sober on the 16th!

Ryan

[o222Good]

Hey all

I just wanted to quickly touch base. Ive graduated from my treatment program and im in thier transition unit while I wait for my new apartment (In a building specifically for recovery) opens up. ill have 4 mos clean/sober on the 16th!

Ryan

That's Great, Ryan!! Keep comin' back!! How? Honest - Open - Willingness

I should've stumbled into this room (er.. thread) years ago!

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

Thanks very much. I'm glad you are here because your sobriety helps keep me sober too. Being raised in the military until age 18 - the word 'surrender' was taught to be a dirty word. Too bad it took me 48.5 years to realize that by surrendering it would save me and help me to gain my self-respect instead of constantly losing it.

David

wow thats a pretty amazing thing to have learned huh, david? in being selfish we are able to maintain being self less .... i gotta spread some points b4 reppin' you again david but i just wanted to say that you are truly a gift and thank you for being a part of my sobriety as well, even just by FRIEND OF BILL W. thread here, i feel an affinity with you in my sobriety. so thank you david for being such a great human being; my counselor told me once,"i'm glad you surrendered and stopped killing yourself, now you can be of service to others" pretty f'n real ay? true and yeh im glad too. mrM

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

That's awesome Ryan - congrats on the sobriety and the new apartment - wow, a building specifically for recovery. How cool is that? Very cool.

David

Hey all

I just wanted to quickly touch base. Ive graduated from my treatment program and im in thier transition unit while I wait for my new apartment (In a building specifically for recovery) opens up. ill have 4 mos clean/sober on the 16th!

Ryan

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

I thought I would share just a little bit of how I work for a healthier relationship in my recovery as opposed to the old ways. I don't tend to share much on my relationship - intimate details that is - though, at times I have teased FemmeNextDoor by telling her I would post something and she responds by saying, 'don't you dare'

Before I used the program of recovery I ran on fears and being self-centered. I still have them of course because relationships can be very scary. I've said before that I was in the AA program but went back out. I was in the rooms physically, but, I never worked the program. I didn't work with a sponsor that way one is told to - I didn't read the Big Book and when I did read a few sections I didn't understand what it was saying to me. I found all the ways to make AA not work - I looked for things to argue about instead of looking for the serenity. I picked up an old AA book I had from years ago - (before I threw it away and then of course had to buy a new one when I came back)

For example - in the step - 'We admitted we were powerless over alcohol' I wrote in BIG RED letters, "ONLY ALCOHOL - I HAVE EVERYTHING ELSE UNDER CONTROL" haha..no wonder I went out - no wonder my relationships didn't work out.

This time I got a sponsor - when I needed to end that one I immediately went and got another one. I read the Big Book, all the stories, bought the books on Doctor Bob, Bill W and other books - I read and read - go to meetings and do my prayers with my higher power.

What is different in my relationship that I do differently from the other ones is that on a daily basis FemmeNextDoor and I take turns reading from the 'As Bill Sees It', 'One Day at a Time - Alanon', 'Just for Today' and 'Daily Reflections' - then we take the time to talk with each other about what we read and how it gives us insight to what is going on with us individually and together as a couple.

I won't speak for her but for me it has allowed me to feel comfortable being vulnerable around her when things trouble me. It's taught me that I don't have to be in control of everything and can be open and share what I am feeling. It allows me to let her inside of my heart and mind and it allows me to not be afraid of being in love with her.

Recovery is a wonderful thing and it has shown me just how beautiful life really is.

David

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 9

FINE PRINT



I can scrawl the wall with everything I know. I can fill my books, chapter and verse, with pure and honest hope, but let me begin the precision of language and watch. My once open face becomes tight; my free associations peek regularly around each corner. Neatly painted lines are a trap with teeth laid bare. Serrations of careful craft sever my umbilical and God floats off untethered. Truth returns when I am shouting my prayers. Scrupulous observance never advances my sails. I must meet life with an open hand. The devil may not be in the details but be sure to check the fine print.


Open one eye and wink at the possibilities.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 10

FEELING TEMPLES


I failed to appreciate the initial onslaught of feelings. I spent much time trying to capture them, lock them away, or in some other way submarine them. This only had the effect of retarding my recovery. I had to reframe my thinking. I had to start with simple calisthenics, embrace and celebrate. As my emotional health began to take shape, I started the foundations for tiny shrines, each with its own theme. Happiness had a party going on until all hours. With grief, there seemed to be a constant internment in progress, body or no. Fear showed an IMAX film of the realities of life on earth, and curiosity had an endless library plus a DSL line. Making myself a willing and frequent visitor to these contrasting places created in me wholeness and peace. Never again do I have to trudge the two dimensional desert of my monochromatic former life.


Write love letters with your favorite pen.

Sherrie

[pinkyblue]

I thought I would share just a little bit of how I work for a healthier relationship in my recovery as opposed to the old ways. I don't tend to share much on my relationship - intimate details that is - though, at times I have teased FemmeNextDoor by telling her I would post something and she responds by saying, 'don't you dare'

Before I used the program of recovery I ran on fears and being self-centered. I still have them of course because relationships can be very scary. I've said before that I was in the AA program but went back out. I was in the rooms physically, but, I never worked the program. I didn't work with a sponsor that way one is told to - I didn't read the Big Book and when I did read a few sections I didn't understand what it was saying to me. I found all the ways to make AA not work - I looked for things to argue about instead of looking for the serenity. I picked up an old AA book I had from years ago - (before I threw it away and then of course had to buy a new one when I came back)

For example - in the step - 'We admitted we were powerless over alcohol' I wrote in BIG RED letters, "ONLY ALCOHOL - I HAVE EVERYTHING ELSE UNDER CONTROL" haha..no wonder I went out - no wonder my relationships didn't work out.

This time I got a sponsor - when I needed to end that one I immediately went and got another one. I read the Big Book, all the stories, bought the books on Doctor Bob, Bill W and other books - I read and read - go to meetings and do my prayers with my higher power.

What is different in my relationship that I do differently from the other ones is that on a daily basis FemmeNextDoor and I take turns reading from the 'As Bill Sees It', 'One Day at a Time - Alanon', 'Just for Today' and 'Daily Reflections' - then we take the time to talk with each other about what we read and how it gives us insight to what is going on with us individually and together as a couple.

I won't speak for her but for me it has allowed me to feel comfortable being vulnerable around her when things trouble me. It's taught me that I don't have to be in control of everything and can be open and share what I am feeling. It allows me to let her inside of my heart and mind and it allows me to not be afraid of being in love with her.

Recovery is a wonderful thing and it has shown me just how beautiful life really is.

David

Hooray for you, 26 years sober & 3 therapist later I've just begun to come to this realization.

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

Best advice around - something was bothering me today - I could have chosen to engage but it would have only started resentments and I would have to make an amends - I then got self-centered and thought some folks were lame and figured I would have to write about that - I called my sponsor and she told me - ' just leave it where Jesus flung it' and I did - I feel much better.

David

[Dat_NYC-Guy]

Yah for the 26 years! Doing our daily reading together really adds an amazing element to our relationship. Though, we keep in mind as well to speak from our 'me' space when talking about something we've read so we don't take each other's inventory. Sometimes we forget but because we read together daily we catch it much quicker than if we weren't doing the daily reading.

David

Hooray for you, 26 years sober & 3 therapist later I've just begun to come to this realization.

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 11

BIRDS & BEES




Birds and bees can get me drunk. I have to watch the amount of envy which pours through me as I watch their wondrous bliss. When others make a bee-line to the hive, I must head to a meeting and save myself despair if my spiritual condition is not sound. When other couples are weaving their nests, I have to be careful not to weave my way back to the bar. The mating dance is so sweet and seductive, I have to make sure I don’t end up doing the two step. For as much as I hate to admit it, if steps one and twelve where enough to keep me sober, the rest would not have needed to be written.


Pad barefoot through intention.


Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 12

WHIP


I have been to the meeting where they play 'whip', the meeting where the members are gotten in line. The tempo increases constantly in an attempt to flick each other off into the land of shame and slips and less-than. This game is invisible to the participants, though the stress on their bodies is surely felt. Spectators often misunderstand the meaning of the activity and wrongly interpret it as strength training and endurance building. I think of it as a backward step, throwing me to my initial desire for a drink. Living in other peoples skewed lines sent me running for a bottle. These same lines, placed around me in sobriety, will measure me up for a box.


Turn your plants and your mind so every aspect has an opportunity to get some sun.


Sherrie

[Tommi]

April 12

WHIP


I have been to the meeting where they play 'whip', the meeting where the members are gotten in line. The tempo increases constantly in an attempt to flick each other off into the land of shame and slips and less-than. This game is invisible to the participants, though the stress on their bodies is surely felt. Spectators often misunderstand the meaning of the activity and wrongly interpret it as strength training and endurance building. I think of it as a backward step, throwing me to my initial desire for a drink. Living in other peoples skewed lines sent me running for a bottle. These same lines, placed around me in sobriety, will measure me up for a box.
Turn your plants and your mind so every aspect has an opportunity to get some sun.
Sherrie

Good reminder...I have had to remind myself lately of those skewed lines and the toxic people I choose not to have in my life.

Clean and sober for 30 years (Jan.7.,77) I still get scared.. I am having surgery in the morning, Friday the 13th. A repair of a previous fractured ankle... I told the anesthesiologist on the phone interview that I am in recovery of 30 years and I didn't want him messing it up..He just laughed and said I can give you a towel to bite on if you like, and forget about the anesthetic... Realized I am more afraid of that loss of control, of that drugged feeling, and the after effects than I am of the actual surgery pain and suffering I know will be there when it wears off..Then pain medication...Nope..Tylenol PM, HGTV, and the SuperBowl DVD set off all the games should keep me out of trouble..

Send me the love...

[LeftWriteFemme]

Tommi,

I am sending you the love, for sure! My prayers are with you. I sure know what you mean about surgery, I have a shattered ankle that troubles me and I keep putting off having it addressed.........still have some trust issues as you can see. Maybe when I'm 30 years sober.......coming up on 20 now.......Good luck with your proceedure.

Sherrie

[LeftWriteFemme]

April 13

WILLING PIECRUST



I lay the crust of my will over the pie plate of God’s will for me. I must have the willingness to trim off the excesses. I hesitate; I worked hard to roll it out. I know from past experience, when hot issues come up, these tags and hangings-on burn and drop sometimes ruining the flavor and appearance of the whole. It is easier to cut loose the things outside God-given intent. I get the pie in its entirety when I crimp and bend to the shape of my life.


Hope is free, so spread it around.


Sherrie