Monthly Archives: April 2017

A Woman of Fewer Words

by cheri I used to be a fast-talker. Nursery rhymes and pithy poems tumbled out of my mouth, one after another in a dizzying pace, like a carousel moving too quickly in its circular motion. As the years themselves tumbled … Continue reading

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Quiet

by cheri sabraw I stood at the counter at Nordstrom Department Store, waiting to pay for two wallets I was buying for gifts. In the background, digitized music pounded out a syncopated rhythm that was undeniably nothing recognizable. It was…just…there…filling … Continue reading

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My friends, the Clydes (again)

by cheri I’m not sure when my love affair with horses began. I know they were the subject of most of my childhood scribblings, as well as role models for my cantering around the school playground, shaking my mane and … Continue reading

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Mr. Churchill, the painter

by cheri sabraw I’m not sure when it occurred to me to begin painting my photographs. But in doing so, new neural pathways of thought are growing  like spring jasmine tendrils. I am not at the helm of  my frenetic … Continue reading

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On the road to Oklahoma

by cheri My husband flew to Flagstaff, Arizona, last night to hook up with his high-school buddy, who is driving to Oklahoma to inspect the oil wells his father left him and his brother. Evidently, one well is not producing. … Continue reading

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