Author Sheri Zeck Blog

Confessions of a Perpetual People Watcher

Hi. My name is Sheri and I’m a people watcher. There, I've said it. Maybe it’s the writer in me, but I just can’t resist. It doesn't matter if I’m at the mall, sitting in church or waiting my turn at the doctor’s office. I like to observe people. I notice their...

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Back to the Real World

First and foremost, let me start this week’s blog post with a disclaimer: Warning: I can not be held responsible for the quality of this post. Any typos, run-on sentences or even entire paragraphs that make little-to-no sense can not be held against me. Thanks for...

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The Sweet Smell of Childhood

The other day Emily and I stopped by a store I hadn’t visited in a long time. From the moment the automatic doors slid open, I noticed a very distinct aroma. Let’s see, how should I describe it? It’s probably a mix of new tires, livestock feed and various agricultural...

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Real Life Love

When I was a teenager, I had some crazy ideas of what real love might look like. I blame Days of Our Lives. I spent way too much time watching that show. In my mind, real love was so romantic. It showed up with a dozen long-stemmed roses. It was butterflies when he...

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