Category Archives: My childhood

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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Beep! Beep!

by cheri sabraw For twenty years I have told the story about what a sharp-shooter my father Hugh was. Why, as the family lore and legend go, while in the military at White Sands Proving Ground, New Mexico, in 1954–when … Continue reading

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Reflection 2016

  by cheri block sabraw I looked in the magnifying mirror  yesterday.   In my eyes, I detected an alertness that made me wonder if such spirit portended fear and survival or curiosity and wonder. Though I would like to believe … Continue reading

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My machinations

by cheri block Nineteen days after my 10th birthday, I hunkered down in our darkish den to watch the Twilight Zone. With me, were my eight-year-old brother Stevie and my four-year-old sister, Cindy. My mother had just given birth to … Continue reading

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A mint julep

by cheri Last week, we stopped in a college town, San Luis Obispo, on our way south. At a local coffee shop at the end of Higuera Street, I waited in line for a dark brew for me and a … Continue reading

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Waffles and Waffalls

by cheri I realize this image is rather earthy: a warm buckwheat and blueberry waffle resting asymmetrically on a pedestrian paper plate, its blueberries warning of dark caverns filled with butter and pure maple syrup–a bite of hot crust that … Continue reading

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Fair comment

by cheri block I’ve been married to the same man for a very long time. He might say, in his charming and sincere manner that “…it seems like yesterday we were walking down the aisle. Life with you, Cheri, has … Continue reading

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Security Sisters

by cheri I remember when Charles Schultz suggested that  security was “a thumb and a blanket.” For me, security is still closely related to touch and sound. Things soft–my lambs wool robe, downy slippers, Italian cotton blouses, and silk pillowcases. … Continue reading

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The Other Half-Circle of Hell

by cheri Someone stole one of my blue ceramic pots from a small arched alcove up by our gate. To take the pot, the thief had to wriggle it  through Spanish iron. This is the second theft I have experienced … Continue reading

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