By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Walking the unfamiliar streets of foreign countries alone never fazed me, not even once. Bungee jumping off of a bridge did nothing more than necessitate an inconvenient visit to a chiropractor and impromptu public speaking stirred [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Standing at the entrance of the seemingly endless black hole that was the hallway to my parent’s bedroom during a strong Southern storm, explaining to my father the unfortunate misplacement of my little sister while playing [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford No alien abduction, no failed GPS and no slow sinking misery in pluff mud: However uneventful it may sound, I have just been busy. Although writing for me is like a warm pair of slippers on [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford In the confines and comfort of a small town it is near impossible to avoid the fast as a fire, accurate as an approximation and bigger-as-it-goes contagiously spread news of anything out of the ordinary. I [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford After browsing numerous stores, clicking to the point of carpel tunnel syndrome, I wave the white flag of God Daughter gifts. Trinkets, gowns, jewelry and keepsakes of various construction seem to pale in the light of [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Like polished children in Sunday school, half the world is praying with one eye open, graciously announcing to any slanted ears all that which makes them thankful. Meticulously listing the usual suspects such as family, friends, [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford I have never been much of a couch potato, a movie buff or basically anything that requires a level of stillness my capabilities lack. Getting my hair done is even a test in futility, as I [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Rarely do I delve into the deep end of politics, the righteous rip tide of religion or even discussions of personal preference in regards to matters of supreme subjection. Being of simple mind, many of the [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford As if stilettoes and corsets weren’t restitution enough for Eve’s tasty transgression of the temptation type, females face an eternal sentence of required pain for the pleasure of one palette. Not once have I ever heard [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford It always mystified me that cows would risk such agonizing pain just to stretch their necks through the barbed wire for the mere taste, sometimes smell, of a single green patch of grass, all the while [...]
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