My Website Is Live!!!

It is finished! It is done! (Highly sacrilegious, I know, but I’m feeling a little like triumphant Jesus right now).

The official Arts website I’ve been designing for over two months is finally ready! I can’t wait for you all to see it, share it, and love it. I’m still blogging, but this is the site where I’ll be adding most of my new content from now on.

B-Card Front Side

Check it out:


“Dernière Danse” par Indila

Je suis obsédé par cette chanson! Le rythme de pulsation du chœur et la vidéo de musique nourrir ma sombre, femme sorcière, presque côte sinistre. Je vous ai dit les gars avant que je aime toutes choses langue et culture. Donc, il est logique que je suis tombé sur cette chanson dans mon alimentation Youtube qui est plein de musique en anglais, français, espagnol, créole africain, grec, italien, et la liste est longue … bien sûr, il serait utile que je fait savait ce qui était dit dans chacune de ces langues. Merci, Google Translate, pour aider moi écrire ce blog! Je travaille sur l’amélioration de ma maîtrise, mais la plupart du temps je viens de faire des suppositions sauvages sur ce qui se dit sur la base des quelques indices contextuels je suis capable de déchiffrer. Side note: je vais devoir faire un autre poste tout au sujet de ces indices contextuels, mais je digression …

La première fois que je l’ai vu la vidéo pour Derniere Danse, je pensais qu’il était l’histoire d’une puissante sorcière qui a invoqué un vent tempête sur les citoyens de Paris en guise de représailles pour leur grossièreté quand ils pensaient qu’elle était rien de plus qu’un humble paysanne. Je l’écoute sur la répétition chaque fois que ma confiance a bas et je besoin d’un discours d’encouragement mentale pour me rappeler de mon ardeur intérieure. Totalement concept frais, non?

Eh bien, je me suis finalement eu le temps de traduire les paroles réelles, l’autre jour, et mon hypothèse était pas exactement en ligne avec le vrai sens, il semble. Comme il se trouve, Indila est pas une puissante sorcière, mais un cœur brisé amant deuil d’une relation qui a pris fin abruptement. La chanson d’amour triste est celui qui est recyclé un peu, si au début, je suis un peu déçu. Mais, ça ne serait pas génial si nous pouvions tous évacuer nos cœurs brisés avec une gigantesque tornade d’émotions pour purger tout le mal et la déception, puis se réveiller le lendemain et revenir à nous-mêmes normales? Je l’ai décidé que je suis toujours en amour avec la chanson, même si elle est pas ce que je pensais. Le premier album de Indila a été publié en Février et je dois l’avoir! Que pensez-vous? ~ cS

Dernière Danse

Oh ma douce souffrance,
Pourquoi s’acharner tu r’commence
Je ne suis qu’un être sans importance
Sans lui je suis un peu “paro”
Je déambule seule dans le metro
Une dernière danse
Pour oublier ma peine immense
Je veux m’enfuir, que tout recommence
Oh ma douce souffrance

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur
Est-ce mon tour?
Vient la douleur…
Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne
Et je m’envole, vole, vole, vole, vole
Que d’espérance…
Sur ce chemin en ton absence
J’ai beau trimer, sans toi ma vie n’est qu’un décor qui brille, vide de sens

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur
Est-ce mon tour?
Vient la douleur…
Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne
Et je m’envole, vole, vole, vole, vole

Dans cette douce souffrance.
Dont j’ai payé toutes les offenses
Ecoute comme mon cœur est immense
Je suis une enfant du monde

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur
Est-ce mon tour?
Vient la douleur…
Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne
Et je m’envole, vole, vole, vole, vole

Guess What? I’m Published!!!

WooHoo! That’s right. Yours Truly is officially a published writer. Apparently, I’ve been a published writer for about two weeks and I didn’t even know it. A few months ago, I registered to attend Georgia State University’s annual Conflict Resolution Symposium on October 24th. I also submitted one of my poems, circa 2008, for consideration in their short story/poetry competition.

Conflict Resolution Magazine

I’m guessing the notification email of my success got lost somewhere in the depths of my spam folder, because I never saw it. I attended the symposium but missed the opening awards ceremony, because of another appointment that ran late. So, here I am, over two weeks later, finally taking time to read the magazine from the event – and “what do you know?” that’s my name and poem in print!


The poem, as written in the magazine, was formatted to fit on a single page, but you can see the full piece with it’s original spacing intent below.

Of course, now that I’ve reached this first milestone, there’s only one thing left to be done: write my Great American Novel! I’ve got the perfect motivation too because NaNoWriMo is in full swing. It’s already day 11!

If you happen to live in the general Atlanta area and are interested in all that’s going on in the competition with our local region, check out the NaNoLanta Panda page for a full calendar of group writing events. You may even spot me at the Atlantic Station Ikea on Saturday Night! ~cS



I am different Today.

I woke up this morning and discovered
… and discovered Me!

but a Me that was changed somehow
and Different
from the me i had been before.

I stand staring at this Face
scrutinizing Its every pore.

trying to put my Finger
on the
that has maimed me.

but there is no Third Eye …
… as far as i can tell.

Everything is the Same.

the Lazy Eye is still there.
the Full Lips the Chipped Tooth the Crooked Smile

but No!

this is an
looking out of my mirror.

not my Beloved

who is
that she is pretty


or even
enough Enough.

this Person
the Flaws

in them even!

and I am Trying
to Figure out

so that my best
would Abandon/Betray
this way. True,

she was In-
-secure and
and Damaged but

We were working through
all that!

she was my Person
and my Security

in a Cold Cruel
world. I

didn’t really need her

so much as
I just miss her

anyway. so what went wrong?

the Hair is shorter
but that’s not it
I’ve lost Weight and made
Friends and finally
Broken Out
of my Shell

but would she really
leave me
for such Trifles?

and suddenly
it Hits Me!
she Planned this! she
Meant To Go.

each tiny Growth
has been a small Parting
and the knowledge
makes my heart

there is a Ripping and
a Tearing
as I see that old connie


to walk away
and despite The Betrayal
I want to
call out to her:

Wait! Come Back!

but I know now
that it is Hopeless
… she will not
come back.

I am stuck here
With Myself

with this Constance
who uses her
Full Name and
Out Loud
and Loves herself

and I know
that I’ve been left in Capable Hands
but it is Bitter

she could have told Me
she was Going Away
she could have whispered to Me:

“connie, I am leaving you for good, Today.”

but she didn’t
and No One ever warned Me
that it would hurt like this.

No One ever told Me.
but Someone should have warned Me
that this is what it means …

to Find Yourself.

August 12th (Early a.m.) to September 05th, 2008
Constance SHERESE

Rejection Letter #1

It’s been almost two months since I got my first R.L. from one of the Arts applications I submitted. Admittedly, I’ve been stalling about updating everyone with the results. More interesting, though? My video diary belting out a Barbra Streisand classic and tracking what I’ve been up to since I got the e-mail. Why is Babs being dragged into this? Because there’s nothing like a little drunken (yes, there was alcohol involved in the making of this video) ode to Nikki Arnstein to make me forget how sucky Rejection Letters can be! #PushOnThroughTheStruggle ~ cS, Constance SHERESE

August 20, 2014
Dear Applicant,
Thank you for your interest in the Critic-in-Residence Program. We received a number of outstanding applications and were only able to choose three finalists for this year’s inaugural program. The review committee has considered your request and regrets that we cannot invite you to participate at this time. 
We appreciate the effort you put into submitting your application and we highly encourage you to remain in touch with our organizations in the coming year. 
Your Latest Motivation

Coronas and Chocolate Chip Cookies!

I have another major Arts Application coming due this week. I have a million and one contacts to reach out to and details to finalize. I have a full time job. I have a husband and a household to manage. I feel insanely behind schedule. And to top it all off, I just got a reply email from one of the applications I submitted a few weeks ago.

They said I wouldn’t hear from them until August 15th. Is it good or bad that they contacted me ahead of schedule? Would a phone call have signaled better news? Is this the beginning of Rejection Letter #1? I haven’t even read the message yet and already I can tell I’m over-thinking the whole thing. But, I’m still not stressing out the way I’d like to, because that would be bad for my Lupus. So, I have no choice but to indulge in one of the finer stress-reducing delicacies of the known world: Coronas & Chocolate Chip Cookies! Check out my update video below while I engage in a little nervous eating. #PushOnThroughTheStruggle ~ cS, Constance SHERESE

The Creatives Project @ Ponce City Market

The old City Hall building and surrounding lot are being renovated and turned into loft apartments/small business shops on Ponce De Leon. The majority of this new ‘Ponce City Market’ site is still a large scale WIP, but a small area on the back side of the block – a.k.a. North Avenue – is up and running. Tonight, the hubby and I got to check out the soon-to-be hot spot, courtesy of The Creatives Project; with a little Art, Education, and Community Involvement thrown in free of charge!


The basic concept of tonight’s Capturing Community event was a grand finale exhibition that both capped off TCP’s summer youth program and launched their month-long residency at the PCM Gallery. Neda Abghari, the founder and main photographer with The Creatives Project, spent the entire summer partnering with Big Bethel AME Church to provide photography lessons and educational outreach to a group of Atlanta Public School students in collaboration with Operation P.E.A.C.E. Then, TCP sent those students out into the streets of their own neighborhood – Auburn and Edgewood Avenues to be precise – with a mission to interview and photograph the interesting community members they met along the way.

Tonight’s exhibition showcased the talent of those budding photographers and shone a light on the citizens of a long neglected neighborhood. I was most impressed by the ages of the students ranging from 12 to 15 years old!


My favorite picture/interview of the evening was taken by 13 year old Anton Cousins – A candid photo of Ms. Wanda Little. I immediately connected with Ms. Little because we share a bond in our mutual fight against Lupus, and Anton captured perfectly the strength in her eyes despite a debilitating illness which has placed her in a wheelchair. I write often about Lupus advocacy and it made me smile to know that I happened to be wearing my Lupus butterfly ring tonight. It’s not purple like the butterfly in our logo, but I was feeling the sisterhood anyway. Thank you, Anton for capturing just the right community member to make my day and thank you Ms. Little for being willing to share some of your story with your young photographer.




I won’t show you all of the pictures from the exhibition because I want to leave you with something to go see for yourselves, but here are a few of the many photos that jumped out at me tonight. The Creatives Project is doing great things in Atlanta and you won’t want to miss it! #TCPatPCM ~ cS, Constance SHERESE





My Grand Opus of Irritation – An Open Letter To Yahoo

I’m a Writer and an Artist and a Free-Spirit and a Lover of All Things Beauty & Happy. One of my favorite pieces of street art is a Raised-Fist Afro Wielding “Power to the Peaceful” mural that once graced a small corner of the ever-changing graffiti phenomenon that is the Krog Street Tunnel in Atlanta. (I actually shed a tear when that mural was inevitably covered by newer material. Anybody out there possibly have a picture of it?) But I’m also a grown-up and a business woman and a realist. So, it goes without saying that I’m Hell on Heels if I give you a chance to do right and you screw it up. Today, Yahoo screwed up. Big Time. ~ Constance SHERESE


Yahoo Customer Care I am NOT a happy customer right now! I didn’t want a Yahoo account in the first place. All I wanted was to join my local community association group. The group is hosted by Yahoo, but on the log-in page there is an option to sign in using Facebook or Google. “Great!” Or so I thought. Not until AFTER I’d pressed the agree button to allow Yahoo access to my identity & contacts on Gmail did I get another screen notifying me that I’m still required to create a Yahoo Mail account anyway. What’s the point of signing in with Google & giving you all my info, if you’re still going to demand that I create another account I don’t want or need?

Then, when I say “screw it” and decide to create the new account, your system goes batty and won’t accept the password I created! Huh??? For the record, my chosen password was 9 characters in length, with upper case, lower case, and numerical symbols (as stipulated by your instructions). After 3 attempts to sign in and continually receiving “Invalid Password Format”, then voila! it finally went through.

Problem solved, right? Wrong! I was then transferred to your telephone verification page, where you told me to wait for a text message number to enter on screen to verify my identity. Only, guess what??? THAT doesn’t work either!!! I requested a text message twice. Received a text message twice. Only to have your system give me this message “Verification Failed”. I then asked for a phone call instead (hoping I might get a live person) but of course it was a recording … and that number didn’t work either.

I clicked the link for Customer Care on your website, but all that led me to was a bunch of articles on what I might be doing wrong. (Here’s a guess, I’m wasting my time trying to create an account I don’t want, with a company who hasn’t offered a decent product since 1998!) When I was finally able to locate your number – where it was hidden in a barely accessible location because you clearly don’t want to be bothered with talking to your potential customers – I was immediately greeted by this message:

“Hello, our call volume is high and you may be on hold for a while. If your call is disconnected, please send us an email by going to & following the prompts.” Are you kidding me? This is a joke, right? I’m being video-taped & any minute now someone’s going to pop out of a back corner, right? Because you can’t possibly think it’s acceptable to TELL your customers you’re just going to keep them on hold until either they give up or you hang up. What are we, playing a game of Chicken here?

It’s taken me 40 minutes to craft this Grand Opus of Irritation and guess what? I’m still on hold! On the bright side, I guess I should be happy you didn’t hang up on me?

Nevermind, I definitely won’t be getting a Yahoo Mail account after this nightmare. I WILL however be sharing this information ALL OVER social media. THIS is why Google rocks and you guys suck. It’s 2014, the United States is just starting to recover from a horrible economic plummet and somehow there are STILL big businesses who think it’s okay to treat potential customers like crap. #HowNOTToTreatACustomer #LessonsInHowToKamikazeYourBusinessReputation #GoogleRocksYahooSucks

P.s. Google, please don’t make me regret giving you this free publicity. You’re FABULOUS. Just make sure you don’t forget us little guys along the way. Thanks!

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