I’m NOT a Writer


I know that sounds funny, you are obviously reading this post.

Several years ago, I followed a blog. I read every post, shared some that resonated with me and loved every part of it. Blogs were a new avenue to explore and I knew there was so much that I had to learn. To my surprise, the blog I loved advertised for contributors, and I went back and forth for over a month, trying to decide if I had anything to “contribute.” I sent a few sample pieces of my work and waited to hear if I could add anything to this amazing site.

That was in 2017 and I have been sharing ever since. Over 100 posts, many shared in other regional markets and now contributing in three markets instead of just one.

I’m NOT a writer. 


I have a bachelor’s degree in a totally unrelated field and a minor in journalism, so I could help with my college yearbook, but I’m NOT a writer.

I don’t always know the right words to pen. I use Siri or Alexa to help me with synonyms or antonyms for a post I am working on. I read what I pen to my husband and ask his opinion. I type and retype and sit on the topic for a few days before I hit pending. I read and reread and cry and delete. I’m really NOT a writer.

I’m a mom. I’m a daughter. I’m a sister. I’m a wife. I was divorced. I was a single mom. I’m blending a family. I succeed. I fail. I am a stepmom. I’m a daughter-in-law. I’m a mother-in-law. I’m a sister-in-law. I’m an advocate for my ADHD son. I’m a woman. I’m an old mom to young kids. I’m an adoptive mom. I’ve miscarried. I’ve lost both my parents. I’m a working mom. I am a grandma to three grandsons. I’m a friend. I’m a hot mess.

I’m NOT a writer. 

I’m a storyteller, and we all have a story to tell. Many of my friends who know me well, tell me I write just like I talk, and say reading what I write is like having a conversation with me. I can’t think of a better way to describe what and why I write.

I’m really not a writer, just a woman who can share a story and has an amazing platform to share what I’ve learned that just may give you some help or hope or both.

You’ve got a story to tell, too. Don’t be afraid to share, even if you are NOT a writer either.

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Cheryl Brackemyre
Hey local mommas! I grew up in Centerville, but I now live in Wilmington with my husband Tony. Together we have 6 kids, Joe, and his wife Allison, Austin, and his wife Hannah, Sydney and her husband Hayden, Andrew and his wife Lauren and our littles, Max and Eli. Did I mention we are a little nuts starting over with this parenting thing when we are 45+? We are officially adding new titles to our names in 2022- Tiki and Jeep (our version of Grandma and Grandpa). My husband and I are both ministers, and we get to work together in a local church. We were both married before and brought our families together in 2010. After a few years of marriage we felt God's leading for us to adopt. We added Max to our family in 2014 and Eli joined us in 2017, our quiver is officially full! Blending our family has been an adventure! Add some ex-spouses and two birth mommas and we have ourselves a crazy crew! Coffee is my love language. The beach is my happy place and I long to have my toes in the sand.


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