Sherri Woodbridge,  —

Sherri was diagnosed with young-onset Parkinson's disease over 15 years ago. She can be found working in her garden, going for walks, taking pictures, or reading books to her three favorite grandkids. Sherri is taking life somewhat slower, and perhaps with guarded steps, but she’s not giving in.

Articles by Sherri Woodbridge

Holding Hands Helps Me Face the Darkness of Anxiety

One of my favorite sights is a dad and his child walking together and holding hands. I also absolutely love hearing the childhood laughter that comes from Dad rolling on the floor and roughhousing with his kids, otherwise known as playing “rough and tough” in my grandson’s house. When you…

Looking at Beauty From the Inside Out

According to Boom! cosmetics, founded by the late Cindy Joseph, a science link is said to exist between feeling good inside and having beautiful skin on the outside. Psychodermatology, for example, studies the relationship between the mind and the skin, and a correlation seems to exist between…

Nowadays, I Always Wear 2 Masks

I received an email yesterday from my mother-in-law. It had been forwarded to her from a friend of hers. It was missing the attachment, so I don’t know what the email said apart from the five words found in the subject line. They read: “Why I wear two masks.” It…

As a Writer, I’m Not Ready to Throw in the Towel

Ever since I can remember, I have loved to write short stories, articles, poems, novels, essays, and more. I entered some of my writing into contests, won a few (mostly in the short stories category), and received a few awards. As a young teenager, I asked my grandmother to read…

My Favorite New Year’s Resolutions

I do it. You do it. Let’s be honest — we all do it. We make a pretty good attempt at creating a list of new resolutions that we hope will change our lives. Of course, we have to follow through and do them if we expect to see or…

As the Snow Falls, Our Anxieties Melt Away

A fire in the fireplace snaps, crackles, and pops as it warms my toes and casts dancing shadows on the walls. Nearby, a cup of spiced tea sits on the table beside me, filling the room with a fragrant aroma of cinnamon and other magical, tantalizing odors. Fresh baked…