Happy Valentine’s Day and Valentine’s Day weekend Know that you are Loved! Valentine flowers, Painting by Sherry M. Joiner
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ABOUT Suicide Available
My book on suicide, PTSD, Schizoaffective Bipolar Disorder Type is now available on amazon I am pleased to present my second book, Last Miracle for Maria: A Story of Suicide, PTSD, and Schizoaffective Bipolar Disorder Type by Sherry Standing Joiner, February 6, 2020. I wrote my memoir/biography of my mother, Maria, who was a … Continue reading
ABOUT Women’s Rights
I stand for women’s rights and equal pay
New Year
Wishing you good health and many beautiful memories in 2020
ABOUT Christmas
Wishing you a wonderful holiday Joe and I are wishing you a very Merry Christmas, Feliz Natal, Feliz Novidade, Buon Natale and Happy Hanukkah. May you and yours have a peaceful, happy, prosperous, safe, and successful New Year.
Holidays
Making gifts for my adopted granddaughters for Christmas My paintings of a ‘Unicorn” and ‘Sea Turtles’ given to Kylie and Kayla for Christmas. Their favorites. By Sherry M. Joiner.
ARTWORK Sherry’s Portrait
At the North Clackamas Arts Guild art show Standing next to my self portrait that was hung for exhibit at the King of Kings Lutheran Church in Milwaukie, Oregon. I’m on a soulful journey. Self Portrait by Sherry M. Joiner
ARTWORK Awareness Week
Mental Health awareness week is October six through October twelve For awareness of my condition Schizoaffective Disorder, I dug down deep into my roots and painted a picture of Brazilian flowers blooming in a garden. Sanity comes from my art.
NAMI
Flappers Rock Over night I became a Flapper. NAMI Clackamas had a Roaring Twenties Benefit Auction at Gray Gables Estate 3009 SE Chestnut St. in Portland Oregon on September 21, 2019, 5:30-9:30 pm. The clientele wore glamorous dresses with glitter and sequences, and black suits and suspenders. My friend Connie Emmons and I were … Continue reading
Documentary AIDS
There is no cure for Aids and it took my brother too soon in September sixteen nineteen ninety within a year of mom’s Death anniversary My brother, Doug, was a tender soul. He was nine years my younger. Before AIDS defeated his body, he took up knitting and knitted baby hats for premature babies. … Continue reading