This Blog by Cher’ley Grogg
Countless lives cross over the course of a lifetime. Think of the zillions of people you’ve crossed lives with.
In my life people have come and gone, since I was in the ministry for so many years I’ve probably met more on a personal level than most people do. I often wonder where they all are and what they’re doing. They’re really not X’s, only people who have gone a different route than me. I wonder how some of them are doing now. 
An article in Psychology Today talks about a study on the importance of friends.
- Social support is related to psychological well-being, meaning that the more a person feels he has friends and family who are there for him, the less likely he is to feel depressed and anxious (Turner, 1981).
- High levels of social support predict more job satisfaction and longer job tenure than low levels of social support (Harris, Winskowski, & Engdahl, 2007).
- Older adults with a chronic illness who had medium levels of social support had 41% less chance of death than those with low levels of social support, and high levels of social support resulted in a 55% lower chance of death. (Zhang, Norris, Gregg, & Beckles, 2007).
May will become my month for reconnecting. Some by visits, some by 
phone calls, some by emails, but mostly I’ll connect on Facebook. On a personal note, a card or phone call still means a lot to me. I like to get something in the mail besides bills and something on the phone besides tele-marketers.
With the social media so readily available, we can meet thousands of social friends. But, before Facebook and Twitter there were groups that we joined which were on a more personal basis. I was in a group I loved called “Spoiled Ink” and later “Edit Red”. We got close. We shared our writing, our critiques, and our lives. I’ve been in a lot of groups, but none touched me as much as that one. I wonder where all of those people are? Maybe one or two of them will see this “All My X’s” and connect with me.
Make sure not to get over-connected on social media and please, please-
don’t stay glued to your phones when there is real company present.
I decided I’d like to use this blog to connect to some of my X’s. Some of my old friends are from real life, some from old groups, or writing sites, some are more recent, and some are my old friends from Writing Wrangler and Warriors. I just want to say “Hi, how are you?” You may use this blog to connect to some of your X’s or contact them in a different way.
No matter if it’s been days or years, use this opportunity to say “I still care.” I really do.
Who are you thinking of right now?
“The Secret in Grandma’s Trunk” This is an especially good book for your Tween Children and Grandchildren.
And please join me on my Facebook Fanpage, that’s managed by one of my most faithful fans: Cindy Ferrell
Doris got me thinking about the stars. She talked about going to see the stars and I’m talking about how the stars influence our lives.
As a teen, my friends and I talked about 
As a writer, I hope I convey a deep memory in you through your sense of smell. I also found this cool site with 
My mom had lots of colorful sayings like, “If he ever gets that garden plowed we’ll draw a ring around the house.” How about, “if wishes were horses all poor men could ride.” One saying Del’s mom and my mom both used and then I used it too was “When my 
ship comes in.” Now, that’s been replaced with “When I win the lottery.” When my oldest grandson decided to get married, He said, “Grandma, you remember what you always told me.” I said, “What’s that honey, Grandma told you a lot of things.” He said, “You said you’d dance at my wedding.” I used to tell him, “If you’ll get me a glass of water, I’ll dance at your wedding,”
city slicker, is talking to two old Geezers in Wanton, WV. “I ain’t never been on the Internet, but I hear the youngsters talk about it. Got just about everything on there, they say. I didn’t know Benson even used a computer. He ain’t never invited me into his office. Course his office is just a room in the back of the store. I imagine it’s buzzing down there today. Too bad Old Sam come up dead.”
In the springtime, my mother and would sit for hours in a clover patch searching for a four leaf clover, she could spot them so quickly that I would be in awe. Eventually we would tire of searching for the Shamrocks, and if we were lucky enough to find a four-leaf clover , we’d take our treasure inside and press it in a big book for good luck. Legend says that each leaf of the clover means something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck.
same. I pick it up and start reading it. It starts out –”My Valley times; the terrible accident that left my husband blind and crippled for many months; the deaths of two sons, one in Vietnam and the other on a highway in the Yukon; dealing the another son who separated himself and was gone for 11 years. I was mesmerized. I read half the book before putting it down. I plan to finish it this evening. She did explain how she was finding joy through her grief.
I am strong in other ways. I am strong emotionally and I have been brave through the years, especially when it came to rearing youngin’s . 
mostly, unless it came to spiders. If a spider got close to him he’d yell, “Kill it, kill it.” The fear in his voice gave me cold chills. Once he married, his wife saw a spider and she said to my son, “Kill it!” He handed her a shoe and yelled, “Kill it, kill it.”
beautiful little girl who loved bugs. Bugs of all kinds, if there was a spider in their house and she was present she would yell, “ Don’t kill it, don’t kill it.”
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