Guest Post: Cheryl Oreglia

I am very pleased to be able to feature another guest post from the lovely American blogger, Cheryl Oreglia.
On this occasion, Cheryl tells us the story of how she came to be a blogger.

She Told Me I Could Fly

“One day, I had an idea.” This is the first line in a little book my sister gave me for my birthday in May of 2015. It was written by Kobi Yamada, entitled, What do you do with an idea? She gave me this gift because she believes in me, from my earliest memories this woman has had my back, and she protects my dreams as if a bulldog. Nancy is my only sibling, she lives just seven miles away, door to door. We calculated it once for fun. She dragged me to a feng shui class a few years ago and now she claims my qi is off because my door is improperly positioned. Flamboyant and mildly quirky, she has a heart of gold, and I have shamelessly monopolized her patience and affection for over half a century. Just entering a room, Nancy can infuse the atmosphere with enormous compassion, and discernible warmth. She is the hand I reach for when I am happy, bored, bitchy, or despondent. I know her grip is solid and she will not let go.

I have to admit there is comfort in knowing at least one person in this world knows everything about me (the fraudulent weight listed on my driver’s license, my secret infatuation with Donny Osmond, even the stash of chocolate kisses I keep hidden in a tampon box in the bathroom cupboard), and she still loves me without reserve. Hiding is impossible with Nancy because she knows my moves and sees the truth often before it is apparent to me. This is the resiliency of sisterhood. And best of all, when I call her in the middle of the night because I can’t sleep, she acts like this is normal.

The import of this little book is almost too significant to explain. As I opened the exquisitely wrapped package, she sat me down and insisted I read it from beginning to end. Older sisters can be so bossy. After intentionally reading the entire book, I looked up, we didn’t speak a word, she just gave me this little nod, and I realized the depth of her fertile generosity. She was willing me to go forth with my work as a writer but I was scared. I have all the normal fears around exposure, and despite behavior to the contrary, I have never wanted people to think I am crazy, off-kilter, or worse – full of rubbish. She was begging me to jump! She doesn’t have a great track record with asking me to jump. When she was six (beyond the age of reason) and I was four she told me I could fly. I believed her and jumped off a shallow ledge, resulting in a nasty cut to my upper lip, I still have the scar to prove it. She insists the story is exaggerated but you can understand my hesitancy when she says, “jump.” I overlooked the past, took a leap of faith, and started a damn blog. My fingers actually shook when I hit the publish button for the first time. My husband immediately yelled, “You misspelled corral.” I almost fainted. Then he said, “No, no it’s right.”

“I liked being with my idea. It made me feel more alive as if I could do anything. It encouraged me to think big… and then, to think bigger,” Kobi Yamada. I started by blogging daily for the entire summer and moved to posts thereafter. It has been my greatest joy and a disastrous chore. I live in fear that I have used up all my words, there are no more valid experiences to write about, and the three people still reading (Mom, Nancy, & Larry) are doing so out of obligation (This might be true). Yamada writes, “Then, one day, something amazing happened. My idea changed right before my eyes. It spread its wings, took flight, and burst into the sky.” This happened when Krista Tippett tweeted, “I love your blog,” in my second month of blogging, she was referring to a post where I had summarized an interview she did with John O’Donohue, and she retweeted the entire post. The power of sisters, by blood or by choice, is truly a blessing. The page views lit up like the Rockies during the summer of 2015 and of course, I called Nancy to tell her about my new best friend. I think she’s jealous. She said, “Is she bothering you?” Love you my fearless guardian angel, my sister, my friend.

39 thoughts on “Guest Post: Cheryl Oreglia

  1. (1) “I know her grip is solid and she will not let go.” Does she like to rock scramble? I sometimes get myself into a particularly perilous situation where a good grip would save me from a bone-crushing fall. (I just hope she doesn’t beg me to jump…because I can’t fly! I’m simply not going to spread wings, take flight, and burst into the sky before my body slams into the ground.)
    (2) It never occurred to me that I could keep a stash of chocolate kisses in a tampon box in the bathroom cupboard. See how limited a guy’s creative solutions can be?
    (3) My next door neighbor thinks Cheryl is crazy, off-kilter, or worse. But don’t worry about my neighbor. She won’t be around much longer. She claims to have perfected her time machine, and plans to travel back to 1347 AD in order to deliver antibiotics to victims of the bubonic plague.

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    1. Bahaha, oh my, love your humor David, thanks for injecting some fun into this post! And I have to say for a guy with limited “creative solutions,” you seem to be quite equipped for innovative chocolate storage! Thanks again for the clever comments, warmly, C

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  2. I was moved by her post as she shared the effect her sister had on her. I will always miss my little sister. She encouraged me in many ways, but most importantly in living in truth. Cheryl’s sister also really knows her inside and out, as did mine.

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    1. Hi Elizabeth, what a gift it is indeed to have someone in this world who knows us “inside and out,” as you say. I adore my sister as you did yours and it sounds like we both benefited from their love, wisdom, and inspiration. This is the treasure and we carry this with us always. I’m so sorry your sister has passed, I can only imagine, hold tight to the memories. Thanks for your heartfelt comment, warmly, C

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    1. Hi Ed, I was hiding the much-needed chocolate from my four children who would never explore a tampon box! Yes, it was classified information, only Nancy and I had access, and the funny thing is I think there is still chocolate stashed in there today. Of course, males could stash in their shoeshine kit, kids these days never shine their shoes! But most of all I want to thank you for your kind words, it means more to me than you know. Warmly, C

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    1. Hi Kim, I’m such a fan of your blog, and greatly appreciate our exchanges in the comments. Obviously, I found you through Pete, another gift in my opinion! He’s generous and supportive of the blogging community. How lucky we are to have found him. Warmly, C

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    1. Thank you Big Shoes! You are so lucky to have 3 sisters! I can not imagine. Nancy is about all I can handle as you can see! Thanks for your comment and for letting me know how this story resonates with you. That’s why we write I suppose, to connect with others! Warmly, C

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      1. Ha ha, age, motherhood and life has been the drivers for our closeness and respect for each other.

        And yes engagement is certainly why we write. I’m new to this and still daily checking for my why and if my articles are hitting the mark – but im committed to keep going 🙏🏾🙂

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    1. I love your blog Fraggle! Thank you so much for the follow. When I moved to WP over a year ago Pete kindly invited me to guest post! I was blown away by his kind and supportive community, many of whom I enjoy following and noodling with in the comments. He gave me a pathway into his blogging community and for that, I’m forever grateful. Warmly, C

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    1. Bahaha Robbie! You’re the encourager, I love that about my sister, but it did get us into trouble when we were younger. Who am I kidding she still gets me into trouble! Thanks for reading and commenting! Warmly, C

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  3. Blogging is fun, but sometimes it can become a chore regarding thinking of topics to write about. After 8 years I’m having a couple of days off every week now to concentrate on writing novels. I can’t seem to do both at the same time.

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    1. Hi Stevie, that’s why I started writing weekly blogs after the first summer. I work, still had three or four kids at home, which gave me plenty of material but little time to write! I like the weekly schedule because it frees me up to do other things. Thanks for reading! Warmly, C

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