About

Norma Sherry is an award-winning writer/producer/director/TV personality/Voice-over artist.

She was nominated for an Emmy for the multi-award winning NBC-TV documentary: Our Largest Minority: The DisabledShe is the recipient of the coveted Clarion Award for Women in Communications, a United Nations AwardTelly AwardsA Silver Quill Award, even a Blue Mountain Arts Award for Prose and she’s been an invited member of the elite Blue Ribbon Panel of The Academy of Television Arts and Sciences for many years.

She has ghostwritten 5 books, is in the process of completing a novella and a screenplay that she and Philip began shortly before his death. She has also written numerous children’s stories, and is an excellent copywriter. Her radio and television commercials have garnered much attention.

She and her deceased husband, Philip, worked together as a successful team since 1980. Her greatest desire is to bring to fruition Philip’s unfinished projects giving him the legacy his talent’s deserve. Among them is a television documentary and two unfinished screenplays. She is also developing a sit-com based on their life together.

An Ode to My Love

I shall never forget how your lips kissed mine; how your hand would reach out to me in the dark of night, in the light of day.   I but close my eyes and I’m engulfed in the blue of…

A Black Day

I wrote this short story in 2001, ten years before Philip’s passing and yet this tells much of the story… It was a dreary day. The rain pelted down in sheaths as sharp as shards of glass. The sky was…

Emily

I wrote this story back in 2002…a pure product of my imagination. The story I am about to tell you took place a long time ago, in a far off land. It has been told and retold many times for…

Sam

It was a day like most others. The sun came out. The birds sang. The grass grew. There was a cool summer breeze. Everything was the same and yet nothing would ever be the same again. It was the day…

Ashes to Ashes

On Thursday, September 18th, three-years to the day since Philip’s passing, John, Greg, Steve and I scattered his ashes where he was always most happy. Together we stood at the end of our dock overlooking the majestic St. Johns River.…

Philip’s Send-off

Today Philip’s closed buddies and I are going out to what was our home to scatter his ashes in the place he loved the most: the end of our dock. I’m not sure why it has taken me three-years and…

Three Years

Three years. Time has a way of moving forward even when we don’t want it to. Three years wears heavily upon my heart. I miss him more every day. I miss his beautiful blue eyes that looked with such intense…

Young Love

Young love, so palatable, so insatiable. Perfect Virile Sexy and slender. Timeless love Adoration Appreciation Acceptance Less virile Less perfect Not so sexy or slender But perfect still Watching young lovers on the movie screen one can’t help but remember…

Jo

My Mother-in-Law always had a sense of humor, but as she aged and Dementia set in her humor was not only hysterical, but also very creative. My memories were jolted today when I heard a television psychologist warn family members…

The Beginning of My New Life

September marked the most difficult time of my life. The 16th would have celebrated our 34th wedding anniversary; the 18th solemnized the second year of my Philip’s passing, and I lost our beloved home that Philip built and filled with…

Sweet Memories

He liked Goldenberg’s Peanut Chews. I never tasted them before Philip introduced me to them. They’re delicious! He loved reading comic strips; he collected select few comic books, read Playboy “for the articles”; he floated in the sky in a…

The All-Consuming Pain

It’s twenty-months since my Philip left this world…and there are still days or moments; sometimes it’s something I hear or see on TV; sometimes it’s the way the wind blows and my tears flow uncontrollably. It troubles me. Should the…

Philip’s Visits

I’ve had nighttime visitations from my Philip. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been ill (again!), my antibiotic, or my over active imagination. But quite honestly, I don’t care why; I just hope he keeps on coming! One day…

A Valentine From Philip

Going through some old boxes today I came across this love letter from my beloved, which seemed so fitting on this Valentine’s Day . We were always in the habit of writing letters to one another on birthdays and holidays, and…

Lamenting Love

He lived twenty-three months after his diagnosis of death. We had many moments of blissful perfection, but many, too many moments of the simple daily routine. I find myself lamenting those moments of just moving through the day. I wish…

Another Day

Just when I thought my saddest days were behind me, I’m sideswiped like I was today. No matter what I read, no matter what I watched on TV, the floodgates opened and my tears were unstoppable. I don’t know what…

A Question of Love

Sometimes I like trash TV. It’s mindless, and sometimes mindless is just fine. Last night I watched the opening season of “The Bachelor”. I sat transfixed as twenty-six raving beauties threw their arms around the neck of a man none…

Time Does Move On…

It’s the second Thanksgiving without him and I can’t stop crying. I’m an excellent cook, and I love cooking, and I don’t feel like cooking. I even turned my gas oven off. It’s an Aga Oven that is always on,…

One Year, Twelve Months…

One year, twelve months, three hundred and sixty-five-days, eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty-hours or five hundred and twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes, ago on September 18th, my husband departed this world. How is it that so much time could…

Philipisms

We were married 32-years, and together 33. I heard his stories over and over again and never tired of hearing them. I laughed every time, sometimes even harder than I did the first time I heard them. When it was…

Humans and Other Creatures

Two years ago my mother’s baby brother passed away.  He was 74. I discovered mashed potatoes because of him when I was a little girl. I remember the moment: we were at my grandparents’ for a Sunday dinner. My cherubic…

Embraceable You

All the things he did, always: The way he looked at me, always. His embraceable hugs that showed me the depth of his love, always. His tender, sensual kisses that rivaled any kiss I had ever experienced, always. He always…

A Hole in My Heart

Go figure. My doctors found a literal hole in my heart! I could have told them. I knew it was there. I could feel the gaping hole. All day, every day, everything that had any meaning fell through the hole,…