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Many years ago, my husband and I walked in the Colorado AIDS Walk, in Denver, Colorado, to raise money for the cure and promote awareness. In those times, the walk was 10 kilometers, as opposed to the 5 km it is now. We walked through Cheeseman Park, then through the neighborhoods surrounding it. Every half mile, there were would be water stations, and cheerleaders, some of whom were actual high school cheerleaders, and other volunteers, ringing cowbells, yelling encouragements and telling us, “Way to go! You’re great!”

And because of that, the walk became tolerable. I felt buoyed. I have never experienced the power of cheerleading at a physical event, and now, football cheerleaders made sense.

Look, I don’t have a platform. I write about whatever I want to write — the weather, my children and my dogs, food and books I enjoy — whatever strikes my fancy. However, writing for Medium, I do want to cheer my fellow writers on.

As far as I am concerned, being a cheerleader is one of the purposes of my life. I want to be a lifting, positive influence on the people in my life, including the people I follow and enjoy reading here. So, write on, fellow writers, write on!

From the book, Kicking In the Wall, by Barbara Abercrombie:

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.” — Kurt Vonnegut

Keep going. Let the bits and pieces of exercises help you to write your story, your book, your essay (your blogs). Sprout wings as you jump off the cliff into optimism.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

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