I probably look like a tourist. Walking along the Ōtākaro Avon River, head tilted back to take in the sights, snapping photos of the trees and wildlife on my retro 35mm camera (talk about cliche), I can’t help but wonder how I must appear to passersby. The sun beats down and the trees that frame… Continue reading Walking the River
Author: Stella Cheersmith
writing, reading, whimsy, etc 💌
new year, new dreams
My New Year’s resolution was to post a list of New Year’s resolutions. At first, I planned to sit down and do this on the morning of January 19th – my 26th birthday. New Year, new age, new resolutions. But of course, my birthday was filled with well-wishes and outings and lots of fun things,… Continue reading new year, new dreams
AI Violates Women
I’m an AI hater and I always have been and I always will be. I find it pretty easy not to use in my everyday life – Gemini and Grock and Bixby and ChatGPT and blah blah blah, ignore ignore. I try to zone out whenever the topic comes up because I need to protect… Continue reading AI Violates Women
Reviewing Reviews
It’s funny how reading a review can have you either vigorously nodding your head or reaching for the pitchforks. At least for me, anyway. Maybe I need to work on regulating my emotions? Nah, I’m fine – I just have lively opinions! And of course I’m right. All the time. Definitely! Recently, I read a… Continue reading Reviewing Reviews
a simple dream
In May, I read a book written by Alice Vincent called Why Women Grow. I spotted it at the library and got it out on a whim, not really expecting it to have such a profound impact on me. But it did – even though I have never had an affinity for gardening and all… Continue reading a simple dream
What If… Stella Writes
I am late to almost everything. I was not late to my birth – a speedy half-hour labour, I’m told – but it’s been pretty much all downhill since then. Thank god my teachers didn’t accurately report my truancy because I would have been in detention almost every day during my final year of high… Continue reading What If… Stella Writes