Morning pages, mourning pages
A reading from the Book of JuliaWho writes, this is the way, walk in it.(in fact, she writes that one …
Author Archives: Susan
There was a time…
There was a timeA long time agowhen everything was newand freshbut time happened. They say that time makes all things …
Mom’s Purses, Part One
My mom–a life in handbags. There is the square straw bag with the dark brown strapsand shiny gold claspsexcept those …
Am I Who or What?
I am tiredthat is who I am todayI am anxiousthat is who I am today — Whoa, whoa thereinternet psychology …
Chasing the Wind
It’s not vanity,but necessitystill rest, sleepmuch needed, yet elusiveI may as well be chasing the wind The mental to-do listlong …
An Ode to Awkward
I think that I should never seeSomeone who’s awkward just like me One who joins a chatty crowd— proceeds to …
Story Sunday Episode 26 – First Flight
We are halfway through the Ray Bradbury Challenge of writing a short story each week for a year. After several …
Change
It’s more than coins in my pocketalthough it can be just as heavynoisy – a clattering, metallic dinBut it has …
You would think…
You would think that I would be better at waitingAfter all, I have had so much practiceI wasn’t part of …
Inspiration is a Privilege
Inspiration is a privilege.Not everyone gets a visitby a beautiful Greek goddess in a flowing white gown.One who whispers entire …
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