Author Archives: Cheri

About Cheri

Writer, artist, cable television host, grandmother to four!

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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Jessica Mitford: Here I come!

by cheri I’ve decided to rescue my mother and father’s ashes from their joint grave at the Chapel of the Chimes cemetery in Hayward, California. How  to do this, I am not sure.  And I suppose I ought to run … Continue reading

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Crossing Moon River

by cheri block 1963 Wallflower, I. Growing along the banks of the 7th-grade gym, having tentatively planted myself there for stability, with other flat-chested girls whose buds had not bloomed, whose stalks were thin and green, whose flowers were years … Continue reading

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The sounds and hearts of the winged

by cheri sabraw When I was ten, I spent most of a morning fashioning a set of golden wings. Akin to making a kite, which my father Hugh had taught me to do, I designed a balsa wood skeleton, added … Continue reading

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Fake

by cheri sabraw Since Donald Trump took office, we have been bombarded by the words fake news. Fake is not a new word ( 1790-1810) but is without a definitive origin. Curious. The word fake connotes many images, few of … Continue reading

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A circus tent

by cheri sabraw A tall handsome man with grey hair, nice teeth, and a positive attitude arrived at my house this morning to turn off our propane so that a fumigation company can tent our house (and kill all of … Continue reading

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