Cherimie Crane
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To the grass mowers and world changers
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford From time to time I tip toe around those closest to me through my writings, often to best explain my…
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My pride and my itch were left in the salty surrender
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford In the deep south we grow up romanticizing the less than delectable circumstance of which we are presented. Our words…
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The good, the bad and the southern
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Unmistakable is the drawl, unexplainable is the tone and unfortunate is the target of the Southern Woman’s disdain. As the…
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Either I have it all wrong or Hallmark does
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford Delicate white dresses, pristine flowers tied in pretty pastel ribbons, pearls and diamonds adorning a glowing loving face — this…
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And to make it home without anyone pointing out my mismatched socks
By Cherimie Crane Weatherford The confetti has settled, many resolutions fall unraveled and anxiously we peek into summer’s window. The gusto of January has…