by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites Fluff was my favorite sandwich as a child. The ooey-gooey marshmallow mixed with the high-protein spread made for a delicious combination.  My mom packed them for long-distance trips or as a snack on the beach. They tasted best at the beach—so warm and sweet. I could…

by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites  “I can’t focus! How am I going to get this book done?”  For years I thought I was weird and impulsive. After my son was diagnosed twenty years ago, I finally had the answer to my fidgeting, lack of concentration, unfinished projects, and my urge to…

by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites I confess, my keyboard is lonely. My life is a rollercoaster of emotions. When grief from multiple losses and my mom’s advanced dementia cloud my brain, words get lost in the fog. When inexpressible joy only Jesus can give overtakes me, my hands raise toward the…

by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites Happy New Year! I don’t make resolutions. I stress out trying to keep them for two weeks, let alone a year. This morning, I decided to research the history of New Year's resolutions. If you already know the information, please stick with me. What I learned…

By Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites Writing causes angst, yet we are driven to the keyboard. We know God called us to pen our thoughts and stories, but how do we overcome our fear, doubt, worry, and the dreaded platform building? Recently I posted on the Blue Ridge Conference Writers Facebook page.…

by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites We encounter at least one such person in our lives—a person whose role seems to be stealing our peace of mind. Our hair may stand on end, and our stomach may churn when we see this individual. It might not be as dramatic as it sounds,…