By Cherimie Crane Weatherford As I rush to the mailbox in search of the red and green nuggets of holiday humor, check-ins and cheer, it occurred to me that every single person I know has had an absolutely fabulous year. [...]
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Dear Victims of Abuse: You Are Hope There are no words to adequately express the gratitude or support I wish to send you. You have somehow restored hope for the future of humanity. Through your undeniable [...]
By Backwoods Barbie For every action there is an opposite but equal reaction; every cloud has a silver lining; for the yen there is the yang, and if you eat too many cupcakes your tummy will hurt. It is the [...]
By Backwoods Barbie I have not been kidnapped by zombies nor did I run for the hills of New Zealand. Topping my list of things to feel guilty about is my possibly unnoticed absence from these pages. After months of [...]
By Cherimie Crane It wasn’t the stares, the whispers, or the calling of security that made me realize that sitting in the produce section of Piggly Wiggly, petting a peach and crying like Tammy Faye Baker may have been an [...]
By Cherimie Crane Often there are precursors to problematic events that can easily be detected with our glorious God given senses. One can often see a large rock rolling straight for one’s face, sometimes we can even smell the latest [...]
By Cherimie Crane Climbing Mt. Fuji wasn’t really that hard; sky diving in Wyoming wasn’t really all that scary; bungee jumping in Tennessee was more stupid than exhilarating; Zorbing down a mountain in New Zealand was slightly akin to the [...]
By Cherimie Crane The streets are slowed by the big yellow monster; moms stifle the sniffles as they let go of that little one’s hand. Teachers full of hope and caffeine open that door to a classroom that reflects their [...]
By Cherimie Crane I celebrated through opening ceremony. I surrendered to the call of Saturday Sandbar. Sunday fun-day morphed with stealth speed into Motown Monday and somehow I am staring at the inevitable end to the first week of Water [...]
By Cherimie Crane I celebrated through opening ceremony. I surrendered to the call of Saturday Sandbar. Sunday fun-day morphed with stealth speed into Motown Monday and somehow I am staring at the inevitable end to the first week of Water [...]
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