Cherimie Crane
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I sat down as one, I stood up as two
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Walking the unfamiliar streets of foreign countries alone never fazed me, not even once. Bungee jumping off of a bridge…
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I do not feel that joyful payment is required
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Standing at the entrance of the seemingly endless black hole that was the hallway to my parent’s bedroom during a…
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It isn’t Shakespeare, but it is honest: Fabric steamers, dressing rooms and male amnesia
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford No alien abduction, no failed GPS and no slow sinking misery in pluff mud: However uneventful it may sound, I…
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Maybe I trot the road less traveled because it isn’t as noisy
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford In the confines and comfort of a small town it is near impossible to avoid the fast as a fire,…
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My Christmas letter
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford After browsing numerous stores, clicking to the point of carpel tunnel syndrome, I wave the white flag of God Daughter…