Cherimie Crane Weatherford - Page 4

There is a specific sound featured in the soundtrack of my youth, lingering in my ears, rooted deeply in my memory, which

The confetti has settled, and headaches have eased as the realization of a clean slate pours new life into a world dim

There should be a bittersweet symphony trumpeting from the heavens on the morning of December 1, a cadence of sorts motivating the

No novel, play, or poetic soliloquy exists that could depict our most recent family journey. The accurate portrayal will have many in

Even if the grass isn’t greener, it will always appear so in the right light. The spectral composition has us all viewing