Notes from Around the Block- The task at hand in San Francisco
- Literary Criticism at LAX
- Simplify at the Getty
- Downtown L.A. and the Grand Central Market
- Olallieberry Odyssey
- Does Sir Thomas More live a real life?
- Does Jane Smiley’s Bob Miller live a real life?
- Does Ivan Ilych live a “real” life?
- How to live a real life
- Lowfat or nonfat Yoga
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Tag Archives: childhood
Ten Dollars on Number 2 to Win in the 7th Race
by cheri block My Great-Uncle Mike was a bookie in Oakland in the early part of the last century. As the story goes, his sister Fanny, my paternal grandmother, asked him to place a bet at Golden Gate Fields only … Continue reading
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The skies in Santa Fe
by cheri block Santa Fe, New Mexico Toasty hot (like a blue corn enchilada) Some of you have never been to New Mexico, so I thought I would include a little photo gallery of the expansive skies here, which never … Continue reading
An Ocelot named Derringer
by cheri block My hair stylist Lucy entertained me last week with a tall tale of custodial torment. In between precise snips with her scissors, she lamented her offer to take care of her cousin’s small dog for 10 days. … Continue reading
The Greeks
by cheri block Long ago when I was a naive girl, I tried out the Greek sorority system. * * * * * “Hello, Cheri. My name is Leslie. Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gamma. That’s a cute dress. How are … Continue reading
The Glorious Central Coast
by cheri block I blame my father Hugh for my inability to nap. Keep your eyes open or you might miss something! I am on a short two-day spring break from school, so why not take a drive with the … Continue reading
Beowulf’s Dragon
by cheri block I never played with dolls. I played with stuffed animals, setting up scenarios about everything from arctic sea expeditions where the polar bear eats the hunter, to circuses where the elephants, tigers, and lions talk back to … Continue reading
Mr. Griswold’s Eulogy
Mr. Keane looks like Gordon Lindsey, I told my dad in 1961. Gordon Lindsey was the owner of the local mortuary, the one we kids tip-toed by on our way to school. Mr. Lindsey grew red roses and calla lilies … Continue reading
A Concert for the Children
by cheri block sabraw Saturday, Judge Blah and I took our grandson and our niece to the San Francisco Symphony’s holiday presentation of Peter and the Wolf by Sergei Prokofiev. As you might guess, the energy in the symphony hall … Continue reading
Good Bye Dexter
This post tonight is the first one written on my spanking new MacBookPro. He doesn’t have a name yet, but I am open to suggestions. I am happy to own this amazing computer with the latest gadgets and sheen, but … Continue reading
First Hamster Point of View: Infancy
by cheri block sabraw Four infants we were, squirming with life and looking like furry little jellybeans arranged neatly in a teeny nest. Relieved of the crushing pressure of the birth canal, I had whizzed down the chute in a … Continue reading
