Tag Archives: men
The Big Picture
by cheri block When I was about 25 years old, Joe told me that men see the bigger picture—the universal ideas we all wrestle with—whereas women see the details about those bigger ideas. I dismissed this outlandish statement as poppycock … Continue reading
Dido, Queen of the Ancient Meltdown
by cheri block The ancient poet Virgil, commissioned by his patron, Roman Emperor Augustus, to write an epic poem that would commemorate the founding of Rome, died before he finished his massive text, a work we know as The Aeneid. … Continue reading
And the Emmy goes to: the Sumerian scribes
by cheri block sabraw I understand the Emmy Awards were doled out last night. Since my interest in anything Hollywood is akin to my interest in mortuary science, I have no idea who won what. One thing is for sure: … Continue reading
Another cup of Joe
by cheri block sabraw Joe and I met at our usual time and location (11:30am at the Elephant Bar) last week to catch up on our summers. Approaching 80 years of vigorous living, Joe’s knee and hip need some oil. … Continue reading
We’re Sitting at the Setting
by cheri block sabraw When our kids were thirteen and ten we did something I swore I would never do: we drove literally around the United States in a motor home during the summer heat. This trip spawned miles of … Continue reading
Murder at the Monument (4) Everything you’ve wanted to know about a Viking Missile but were afraid to ask.
Note: This is the 4th in a series of fictional pieces for the book I am writing/researching. This Viking 10 missile, erect in a vertical thrust, some 20,000 pounds of it, propelled by a delicious union of liquid oxygen and … Continue reading
A Manly Courtship
He inflates himself in front of his hens. Up and around his tail he fans and out he thrusts his feathers so fine. Don’t they see him? With such finery, an array of feathers that would make a milliner weep, … Continue reading
Doesn’t Anybody Care About the Rules?
The motorcycle policeman came out of nowhere (actually, he was behind a sycamore tree trunk) and pulled me over. The fact that I was twenty-one years old and dressed in a cute little purple velvet mini-skirt did not deter him … Continue reading
