Today, I was a guest over at Magic of the Muses, where I talk about pseudonyms and why some authors choose to use them--including me--and how my pen name "Cherish D'Angelo" came to be. When I checked the post today, I was greeted with a wonderful introduction from my friend and fellow author Eileen Schuh:
Thank you to Cheryl for not only offering us the following glimpse of her flirty, romantic, magical side, but also for sharing some of the darker moments in her life--tragedies that have made her the angel that she is. - Eileen Schuh, Canadian writer http://www.eileenschuh.com
The birth of Cherish D'Angelo, pseudonym of author Cheryl Kaye Tardif
Throughout literary history, pseudonyms or pen names have been used by authors for various reasons. For authors like Nora Roberts, having a pseudonym allows them to explore new territory, maybe a new genre or a series. My idol Stephen King wrote books under the pen name of Richard Bachman because he didn’t want the market saturated with “Stephen King” books. It was also part experiment; he wanted to test whether luck or talent played a part in publishing.
For me, the choice of writing as “Cherish D’Angelo” made sense...
Read more about Cheryl's pseudonym and discover why she picked the name Cherish D'Angelo.
Showing posts with label angel's kiss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angel's kiss. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Kissed by an Angel (a poem for Sebastien)
Kissed By An Angel
Tiny baby, wrapped within
Where no sin could ever rest,
A mother's prayer for skin on skin,
A prayer of thanks for being blessed.
Nine full months anticipation
New formation of a life,
Daughter, friend and wanderer,
Now true definition of a wife.
Welcomed pain, joyful love
From above, God sent a child,
Small and sweet, so innocent
But to live a little while.
At birth, I saw his life grow dim,
I cherished him, please don't go!
But four short hours brought an end,
My first-born son, I'll never know.
Many years have come and gone,
Life goes on, in light and dark,
And in my son's photograph,
Between his eyes he bears a mark.
My daughter arrived one year after,
Through the laughter, I remember this,
She was born with the very same mark,
A mark that is called an "Angel's Kiss".
~*~
© Copyright 2004 Cheryl Kaye Tardif. All rights reserved.
Tiny baby, wrapped within
Where no sin could ever rest,
A mother's prayer for skin on skin,
A prayer of thanks for being blessed.
Nine full months anticipation
New formation of a life,
Daughter, friend and wanderer,
Now true definition of a wife.
Welcomed pain, joyful love
From above, God sent a child,
Small and sweet, so innocent
But to live a little while.
At birth, I saw his life grow dim,
I cherished him, please don't go!
But four short hours brought an end,
My first-born son, I'll never know.
Many years have come and gone,
Life goes on, in light and dark,
And in my son's photograph,
Between his eyes he bears a mark.
My daughter arrived one year after,
Through the laughter, I remember this,
She was born with the very same mark,
A mark that is called an "Angel's Kiss".
~*~
© Copyright 2004 Cheryl Kaye Tardif. All rights reserved.
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